Scirocco [English translation]

Can you remember? The streets were full of the shiny sirocco

That changes the worn out reality and makes it unreal

(Bologna's) towers seemed to rise in a wide, extravagant move

And in Giudei street sailers were flying like in a canal harbor

You (were) behind the glass of an anonymous bar

Sitting at a table like a French poet

With your usual face, open to dilemmas

And a little bit of the same old red (wine) in your glass

I was thinking to come in to drink togrther

And talk about clouds...

But she came quicly, dancing in the pink

of a percale suit that dressed her hips

And began to talk and ordered something

While in the renown sky the clouds were running in pack

and tears were added to the milk in the tea

and hands were drawning dreams and surenesses

But I knew how you felt crushed

between her and the other, that you didn't now how to leave,

Between your two childs and one ethic and the other

How you looked nailed...

She rose with a final move

then went away and never looked behind

while that wind filled her

of impossible memories

of chaos and appearances

He stayed like one that really doesn't know what to do

Still looking for who knows what kind of solution

But is it better a single day to remember

or to fall back into the same, identical reality?

I don't really know where she is now

If she gave birth to a child or how she makes up her evenings

he lives alone and passes his life

working, (writing) unuseful verse and the same old glass (of wine)

May that that sirocco wind really blow

and come everyday to make us look

Behind the worn out shape of things

In the dark maze of houses

Behind the secret mirror of every face

Inside us...

• Artist:Francesco Guccini
• Album:Signora Bovary (1987)