Quando sono lontano [English translation]

I’d like to go back in time but, so many mistakes, bro.

I’ve realized that I’m not making them again.

Inside here, my heart has turned into stone.

At 15, a promise - that I wanted this, and taking a comet too.

So many darkened nights, broken knuckles,

wrong notes, so many of us doing the wrong thing:

some got lost behind a wall, some go their own way,

some have the strength every day and then fight the darkness.

I’m here watching the world in different shades,

away from mum and dad, where is their care?

Surrounded by a mess, run away like a swallow.

When I look at the sea, bro, I feel like a whirlwind.

And when I’m far away, I remember some years ago:

a boy on the streets, a light in this city.

And now that I’m an emigrant, and I want to look at the sky,

I think that you’ve been the first one, you’re all my life.

So many things changed during these years.

A friend used to call me and tell me ‟Bro,

’cause if you fall down, I will lift you up,

or I lie down here next to you.”

The story of a roving musician, emigrant, wandering soul.

And look at how everything changes when you are far away.

And the desire to feel grown up, 5 boys and a steering wheel.

A holy soul but with an empty head.1

So, I hold inside me all that I have,

hoping that someone from above will save us, so

people who take their children to school everyday hope for a better future,

and there are people who look outside and pray to the Lord.

Now I’m rewriting it with ink on my skin,

all those memories like slaves in their cells,

the moonlight, the most infamous and rebel night,

as kids, we wanted to touch the stars.

And when I’m far away, I remember some years ago:

a boy on the streets, a light in this city.

And now that I’m an emigrant, and I want to look at the sky,

I think that you’ve been the first one, you’re all my life.

And I’ve wanted to look at the sky since I was a little baby,

like a phoenix that then is truly reborn,

it looks low, I look outside and the storm is raging,

some people die early and dust is left here in our hands.

All those who ran away somewhere else.

Let me see the color there, where the sun is not shining.

The time that passed here, bro.

But you can still find us on the streets.

And when I’m far away, I remember some years ago:

a boy on the streets, a light in this city.

And now that I’m an emigrant, and I want to look at the sky,

I think that you’ve been the first one, you’re all my life.

But you can still find us on the streets.

But you can still find us on the streets.

But you can still find us on the streets.

But you can still find us on the streets.

1. anima santa {holy soul} = a saint, a very good person.

testa vuota {empty head} = a dumb person; a person with no aspirations.

• Artist:Clementino
• Album:Miracolo! Ultimo round (2016)