Guccini Francesco
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Song of Usual Questions
Song of Usual Questions (Francesco Guccini)
Still here wondering and pretending nothing happened
As if time for us did not cost the same,
as if the past time and the present time
did not have the same bitterness of salt.
You don't know the questions, but I wouldn't answer
so as not to drag the words in gambling language;
you were beautiful, I know, and how beautiful you are;
a silence and a look say so much.
If they are there I don't know what they are and if you want
What I am or would be, what I will be tomorrow...
Don't talk, don't say anything more if you can,
Let your eyes and hands do it.
Don't go ...Go. Don't stay...stay.
Don't talk...tell me about yourself.
You know, I know, how much they are lost,
drained by the days like a river full
so many things seemed and believed to be different
like a lawn covered in bitumen.
Remaining like this, floundering in nothingness,
guarding the memories, caressing the ages,
is a stalemate or a cruel and unconscious refusal
of the right to happiness
If you are there, what are you? What do you think and why?
I don't know, you don't know; are we here or far away?
To be everything, for a moment, but within you.
To have everything, but not tomorrow.
Don't go...go. Don't stay...stay.
Don't talk...tell me about yourself.
And we are here, naked, in this season that unites
everything that stands still, everything that it moves;
I can't tell if a period begins or ends,
if it's raining from the sky or not,
ready to say good morning, to respond well
to smile hello , tell me how too okay?
There's no wind tonight. Are we or are we not together?
Outside there is still a city
If it is still there let's dance inside tonight,
with friends let's sing a new song....
...many years, and I'm here waiting for spring
many years, and still on the ball
Don't go...go. Don't stay...stay.
Don't talk...tell me about yourself.
Don't go...go. Don't stay...stay.
Don't talk...tell me about us.

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