Storie di tutti i giorni [English translation]

Stories of all the days,

Old discussions which are always to discuss,

Stories which laid down on benches

In waiting for a happy end.

Stories about us, great people

To whom it's difficult not to fall in love,

An eternal life but in mind there are great ideas.

One more passed day,

The clock is stopped for ages

For those like we

Who are in run and live for half.

One more day which passes now

With love

But it is not so big as I wished.

Stories as lost friends

Who change a street if you greet them.

Stories don't make noise

As a locked with a key room.

Stories don't have the future

As a small point on a big wall

Where it's written a line to a woman

Who is not here any more.

One more passed day,

A tired day which no one will hear

For all those like we,

Without any triumphs and troubles.

One more day which passes now

With this love

Which is not beautiful as I wished.

Stories as rings of smokes

In a far place

Where there is no one

But the night

Which never ends.

One more passed day,

Forgotten between noises of the city.

For all those like we

Nothing is changed and nothing will be changed.

One more day which passes now

With this love

Which is not strong as I wished.

• Artist:Riccardo Fogli
• Album:A metà del viaggio