... DEDICATION TO MY MOTHER ... SIGNORA
La signora con la borse della spesa pensa in lira
e si confessa con il panettiere
conta i centesimi blocca la fila
dietro di me un uomo sbuffa e batte il piede
la cuffia mi separa da tutto quello che dice
tolgo volume al film metto canzoni amiche
che le so
le storie dei nipote che non vede mai
che sarà tardi quando capirà e capirai...
ci vorrebbe la guerra e anche un pò di miseria
ad insegnarci a non sprecare i giorni
non ho visto la guerra pero anch’io vivo all’erta
e capisco più di quanto sembri
e m'accorgo
dello sguardo abituato a guardar giù
mi ricorda il suo dialetto
che nessuno parla più
ed il giallo dura poco
terrorizza chi ha il bastone
e nervoso il mondo suona il clacson
signora si muove.
La signora with shopping bags afraid
honestly say that he is right
if I offer a hand to bring them home just like a crook
war and it would take a bit of misery
to teach us not to waste the day but I understand
more than it seems
and I realize the eye used to look down
reminds me of the dialect that no longer speaks
is short and yellow
who terrorizes his stick and nervous
the world honks
lady moves.
... trust me if you can recognize your scent reminds me of when I was new and
grandfather explained to me the world
tell me your story,
tell me that you laugh a little.
The lady with shopping bags do not trust and will not learn the computer
not know where it comes from this mess you keep your shoes clean
perhaps a gift from his son a few Christmases ago when the wearer feels
close
war and it would take a bit of misery
to teach us not to waste the day
I have not seen the war but I live
alert and I understand more than you think ... if you can
trust me
recognize your scent reminds me of when I was new and
grandfather explained to me the world
tell your story tell me your story
Tell me that you laugh at least a little.
... this song j-ax, I dedicate to the most important woman in my life: my mother!
Look, I can think of her, my mother!
How many times he repeated to me and my brother: "To both of you a bit 'of war it would take! So at least you'd understand the value of things!"
Or my mom and my computer, enemy par excellence!
Although when I was in Germany, we were on the computer, I could not believe my mom and Technology ... Oh God!
Although we always despair, Pora mom, I would not change for anything in the world!
My mom in the end, but leaves us to talk about our experiences if we fall ... so then are our cabbages ... she warns us ... then it's up to us to decide what to do!
They could give us better my education, but because what we've become my brother and I owe it to them!
I LOVE YOU MOM!
I LOVE YOU PAPA '!
