Il vento si alzerà [English translation]

The black cloak

Of misunderstanding with Mother

Keeps troubling me like resin

On the wings of an eagle

That belongs to no flock

Even if time's gone by

Bringing plenty of experiences with itself

I remain like an arrow tense on a bow

An instant before shooting

And all the evil, all the evil

That's about to be caused

Is contained, thick and laborious,

In the tip of the arrow

And in its stillness

Then I go up

To the second story

In the music I look for

Light, so as to dispel all the hatred

Sometimes it tooks just your eyes

To calm the wind

But byond these Rayban shades

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

It carries my soul

It supports my soul

Our attempts

At finding safety

Are useless and aberrant

It's the risk itself

Of diving into the unknown

That makes us feel alive

As alive as never before

The taste in my mouth

Of the First Communion

Brings me back to remembering the boner

The catechist gave me

While she thought she was teaching me

How to worship God

Then I go up

To the second story

In the music I look for

Light, so as to dispel all the hatred

Sometimes it tooks just your eyes

To calm the wind

But byond these Rayban shades

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

It carries my soul

It supports my soul

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

The wind will spring up

It supports my soul

It supports my soul

The wind will spring up

It carries my soul

It supports my soul...

• Artist:Francesco Gabbani
• Album:Eternamente ora