Vorrei [English translation]

I want to know the smell of your country,

to walk from home to your garden,

to breathe the salt and uncultivated air,

the scents of your sage and rosemary.

I want all of the elders to greet me

and speak to me about time and days gone by,

I want all your friends to talk to me,

as if we'd always been friends.

I want to meet the stones, the streets, the doorways

the tufts of green flowering plants adorning the walls,

the trails from snails in their shells,

to know how things look behind closed doors

And I want it

because I'm not myself when you're not here

I'm left alone with my thoughts, and I...

I want to travel just with you,

see all there is to discover,

to learn about each other,

your darkness and your joy;

I want to go back to the places I've been,

explain to you how different everything is

and explain how everything's changed,

what new flavor the universe now has.

To see Istanbul or Barcelona again,

or the sea of a remote Cuban beach,

or a side of the Apennines, resounding

from the trees, a routine and simple wind

And I want it

because I'm not myself when you're not here

I'm left alone with my thoughts, and I...

I want to stay in one place forever

to listen to the sound of your voice

and watch in amazement the confidence, grace, flight

of your gait when you merely walk

and stay silent from the sound of your voice

or talk, talk, talk to me one on one

quickly forgetting the time,

or hiding on one hand that I'm touched.

I want to sing the song of your hands,

to play an eternal forbidden game with you,

that today would remain today without tomorrow,

or tomorrow could tend toward infinity

And I want it

because I'm not myself when you're not here

I'm left alone with my thoughts, and I...

• Artist:Francesco Guccini
• Album:D'amore di morte e di altre sciocchezze