Buongiorno papà [English translation]

With my heart I live, with my eyes I express myself

With my mouth I tell a story

On the paper I write, with the sun I wake up

With the memories I feed my memory

With the pain I grow up, with the keys I open

On the road I get lost, with the silence I weary

With her I get emotional.

In the bed I sleep, with my hands I work

With my nose I breathe the smell

In the tears I eat, with the senses I see

With the steps I make a noise

It is certain that you know this

Even though you never asked me.

Good morning dad

Good morning dad

With the large market clothes that are always large

And in your eyes the happiness.

With the guitar I think, with my head I play

With the passing of time I try to understand

With the wine I protect myself, with the feet I move

And sometimes I can't sleep

It is certain I've never told you.

Good morning dad

Good morning dad

With your square meters that you have to finish

While your age goes by.

Ah, the illegal hut in 1981

While you dreamed of clocking in forever

Your Alfa Romeo car and your ticket as your only distraction

And your hands that were dirty of garage grease.

Your never started passions

No book no film no song

A penny to put in bank at the end of the month

To realize, to realize,

To find fulfillment in this way.

Good morning dad

That you hold my hand

outside the toyshop that now

Who knows where it is?

• Artist:Fabrizio Moro
• Album:Via delle Girandole 10 (2015)