Un altro giorno è andato [English translation]

Another day is gone, its music is over,

how much time has passed, how much will pass?

A symphony of engines plays background music to its sighs:

today will go where yesterday has gone.

If you look into the pockets of evening,

you can find the hours you know,

but the laughter of minutes turns into tears now,

and you'll never get back the time that has passed.

Days without sense like a sea without wind,

like beads on a necklace of sadness...

The doorstep of summer dips into winter:

a dog runs away just like your youth does.

You look for the world in the corners of your house,

you look for yourself in books and poets,

but your [inner] poet is dying and won't see the dawn [of another day]

and who knows where time is going?

In sunny courtyards, your juvenile specters

chase the mocking Silvia1

The fountain has dried up, the bell has gone rusty:

why do you laugh at lover's plays now?

You are ready to hit the road,

you carry within you a useless baggage,

but you are afraid of the sun and rain will fall eventually,

and the time that has passed will never come back.

Insightful professionals, between a smile and a greeting,

make fun of your doubts about life,

you lovers' mothers anxiously dream about university degrees,

they run in your face your unexplained crisis:

the crystal ball is clouded

and your kite doesn't fly anymore.

Not even doubt remains in your thoughts

and time is passing. Stop it, if you can.

If days called, you answered lazily,

the smile of mirrors is over,

in the alleyways, on the walls, the clown you were

has been left alone, crying happily.

You catch your destiny like a seed carried by the wind,

you ask your questions to the wise red [wine],

you'd like to fly across the sky shouting who you are,

but time is passing and will never come back.

Another day is gone, its music is over,

how much time has passed, how much will pass?

You sing in the street verses no one cares about,

tomorrow will pass like everything else,

you look at your hands and grasp nothing,

If you look into your pockets you'll find

the small change you didn't have yesterday, but

time has passed and will never come back,

time has passed and will never come back,

time has passed and will never come back.

1. Possibly a reference to "A Silvia" by poet Giacomo Leopardi. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giacomo_Leopardi

• Artist:Francesco Guccini
• Album:L'isola non trovata