Eleonora mia madre [English translation]

Among the old things that long dress of your twentieth year

As then beautiful with lace no longer white for its age.

Woman, you, my mother, I discover for the first time

I spying on you through the door among your old things.

The emotion falls into the thoughts of your tired reality

Clearly that memory makes its way between fantasy and age.

On your tired face, a dull smile is what remains of a life never lived, always awaited for too long now.

Your ancient disappointment already appears among the first wrinkles.

Untie your long hair, how come I've never seen you so beautiful ... ever?

You were already my mother too early and only by accident,

with not even the time it takes to learn how to make love.

Woman never, but never regret,

the renunciation of your time, your only reason always me.

How can I now wake up from the pain of memories, from the nostalgia of the days now gone by?

• Artist:Pooh
• Album:Un po' del nostro tempo migliore