L'eternità [Il mio quartiere] [English translation]

It is eternal, the naive smile of a child.

Are eternal my words in a glass of wine.

It is eternal the root of a tree that has seen history,

a thought tainted by memory.

He is eternal, the one who's chosen to live in his own way,

my desire, peace, the war between a cat and a mouse.

It is eternal, a puff of wind while you close your eyes

and everything that gives an emotion when you touch it.

Wait here for a minute

and hold my hands forever

because, if I look at you, I don't believe

that, from tomorrow on, all will be changed

and we will not ever see each other

when, after all, eternity, for me it is you.

It's eternal, the feast they throw in my neighbourhood,

the one who jumps from the tallest peak when about to fall,

the almost stock lightness of this song,

an idea that changes the mind of so many people.

Wait here for a minute

and hold my hands forever

because, if I look at you, I don't believe

that, from tomorrow on, all will be changed

and we will not ever see each other

when, after all, eternity, for me it is you.

It's eternal, the road that leads to our discourses,

The embrace of a son to the father for his efforts.

It's eternal, life, if you're able to understand it.

He's eternal, the boy who dreams with tearful eyes,

your voice in the morning that annuls the nightmares and the past years.

It's eternal, all this, if you can give it a sense.

I beg you now, wait.

Wait here for a minute

and hold my hands forever

because, if I look at you, I don't believe

that, from tomorrow on, all will be changed

and we will not ever see each other

when, after all, eternity, for me it is you.

• Artist:Fabrizio Moro