Cuccioli [English translation]

Little one, tell me what's wrong

because if you cry I feel worse than you

and you know your problems are mine

because if you cry it means that maybe you're not crying for me.

Little one, rest here,

on my shoulder, cause I know,

you're ticklish and only in this way

I'll be able to see you smile a little.

Maybe it's the Moon that is inside of you

and that makes you more of a woman with every month

maybe it's waiting for what isn't there,

the first bitter surprise for pups of your age.

Outside a wind of trains and people blows

it brushes over your breast with that indifferent vulgarity

that life has

and you'd need dreams and milk,

lamps turned on day and night, stay here

because outside, you know

it's like this...

it's like this...

Little one, stay with me

I'll be your lover and the young aunt

who, whenever you ask for the reason behind questions,

will be able to answer you with a little piece of life, mine.

I'll be your lover and the young aunt

who, riding a bike, takes you into the escaping dreams,

away, towards a salted sea made of fishes and seashells,

a sea healed by the sun that is not here

but that is in you and me.

Because you'd need to run in the world,

sweetest pup, without the leash of reality,

I'll give you my fantasy

And where is my arm?

It's your pillow, and your breast is mine

asleep you're part of me

and so I look at the ceiling

and I feel a bit of a pup myself...

• Artist:Marco Masini
• Album:Il cielo della vergine