Le voci del mattino [English translation]

They talk, talk, laugh, scream.

They sing, call, pray, ask.

Voices of simple people,

like me, like you.

They say, say, and sometimes they don't.

They lie, lie, cry, apologize.

Voices of simple people,

like me, like you.

Voices of people that want to keep on believing.

Voices of those who fall in love and never know why.

I didn't want anyone,

then you told me, "Let's try",

and, suddenly, the morning

and people, people, people, the voices that ta...

Talk, talk, laugh, scream.

They believe, believe, and sometimes they don't.

Voices of simple people,

like you, like me.

They keep quiet, keep quiet, and yet they talk to each other.

They moan, moan, and sigh for a long time.

Voices of simple people,

like you, like me.

Voices of people in love,

of hurt people.

Voices that bring life

where there's no life.

I ask you, "Where are we going?",

you answer, "We are going far",

and then, suddenly, the morning

and people, people, the voices singing inside us.

Voices of people in love,

of hurt people.

Voices that bring life

where there's no life.

I ask you, "Who are we?",

and you take my hand,

and then, suddenly, the morning

and people, people, people, the voices that

talk, talk, laugh, scream inside us.

I'd like

to talk about love, too.

Talk about love...

Talk about love...

Talk about lo...

Dear someone, how are you?

Sorry if I have not been writing to you that much;

I don't have so much to say.

I'm here, alone, as always.

Evening...

It's evening...

Evening...

Evening...

It's evening...

Evening...

• Artist:Umberto Bindi
• Album:D'ora in poi (1982)