Malinconia [English translation]

Imagine a dark period of life without love

In looking for a night made for drink,

And you make all your life as a glass

And you wait for that a daybreak bring you to sleep.

And it's the melancholy,

accompanies you on the way,

leaves you after one hour,

But you know that it will come back again.

Imagine a friend who must leave now

And probably, you will never hear about him any more:

You don't know whether to cry or try to laugh,

You don't say anything and you have thousand things to say.

And it's the melancholy,

It accompanies you,

It gives you always right

But in return who knows what it wants.

And it's the melancholy, one hour that goes away,

Or a year which necessary to forget

In loneliness in back at a club.

Imagine that one day suddently, in the street:

You wonder if it's only this, the life

You speak a language that others don't understand.

So, staying to hundred meters away from your house.

And it's the melancholy

Friend or not, who knows

It's what is stay for you

When the world is not enough for you.

And it's the melancholy,

It's suburbs,

It's the only one who hears

If you feel really bad.

Imagine now that, after so many words

Which is waiting you behing the door, it's the love

What you can do, All is already foreseen.

Finally, it's clear that we all live for this.

Imagine that the world, for a month or just a moment,

About you, it forgot almost totally,

The evenings at home, alone as a dog,

You eat something just for not to die

And it's the melancholy

Of everyone, also a bit mine,

It's the only one that waits

When the time runs away.

And it's the melancholy

Who brings you away

It's a train a bit enchanted

That you take only if you are wrong.

• Artist:Riccardo Fogli
• Album:Fogli su fogli