Gli amici miei [English translation]

In this story that becomes time

In this time that becomes love

I have got to know smiling girls flee

in the matter of a few hours,

and with two wings of wax I took the liberty

of touching the sun.

Some mother's smile makes you grow up quickly,

good for the skin and the heart.

And now I have won,

even if you win, that is to be demonstrated;

I have inherited the earth that my father had,

that is to say, his words;

and I watch the dawn that chases the sunset,

that chases the night to make love;

and I feel you fill my room and my life,

because nothing can hurt me, and I think

Where are my friends,

those of the time when she was there?

How I wish... What I would give...

Where are my friends?

Love, love, hold my hand,

and help me to remember;

I am a small man under a small glass

that can no longer break;

I would like to shatter memory, thoughts,

at least for a greeting,

and to still be twenty years old, and yet to say everything for a moment

And I close my eyes stronger than time,

but you do not leave me,

and suddenly I see them:

distant, near, the same as a thousand evenings;

and I hear all the voices: the sweet, the shrill, the soft, the desperate;

and I must apologize to someone,

I remember...

but maybe it is a stupid thing to do tonight

All my friends return,

maybe they never left;

they were here inside me,

and I never understood.

All my friends return,

we have never left,

and they are here inside me,

all my friends return.

• Artist:Roberto Vecchioni
• Album:Blumùn (1993)