Tracce di te [English translation]

Here I am, glass between my fingers

And unknown people around us

I would sell my life in pieces

To be as you want for a minute

But look at me, I'm not the man that you thought

Poor mother

Yes, I know... time passes and you don't do it any more

Waiting...

Here, there is never anyone that speaks to me of you

I lose myself in the smoke of thousands of words

To pretend that...

And I still search for something in the silence that is here

Along this path I find again

The traces of you

You know...I always have that memory of you

Sitting, you caress my face and then

You stay there, with that deaf smile

Of who knows, that has ended their days

When I too, will have something, maybe I will stop

Hurting myself

Not now...I'll be sitting in this bar

Waiting...

Here, there is never anyone that speaks to me of you

I lose myself in the smoke of thousands of words

To pretend that...

And I still search for something in the silence that is here

Along this path, I find again,

The traces of you

Along this path, I find again,

The traces of you

• Artist:Francesco Renga
• Album:Tracce