Viaggi e miraggi [English translation]

Behind a mirage there's always a mirage to contemplate

likewise, after all, at the end of a journey

there's always a new journey to embark on.

Lovely girl, lovely eyes, lovely heart,

lovely gaze to meet,

it would be nice to give you a ride back one night.

To give you a ride through the sharp edges of the present day

that luckily will become smooth curves in memory

tomorrow, when we'll realize that nothing ever comes back

but finally we'll consider that a victory.

So let's go, let's go because time is there for us to drink it,

and stop at nothing and nothing will stop us1.

Let's drink everything, let's taste the bottom of the glass,

let's go, let's go, can't you see we have already left?

Let's go to Genoa with its lethal interchanges

or to Milan with its tailors and newspapers

or to Venice, dreaming and getting wet on its canals

or to Bologna, Bologna with its orchestra players.

And let's go to Genoa with its lethal interchanges

or to Milan with its Northern Southern Italians 2

or to Modena with its phenomenal engines

or to Bologna, Bologna with its orchestra players.

Behind a mirage there's always a mirage to desire

likewise, after all, at the end of a journey

there's always a bed to remember.

Lovely girl, who said that one shouldn't try?

Who said that one shouldn't try to try?

So let's go, let's go because time might get crazy

and this rain might stop falling any time soon,

then we would have no excuse to stay inside.

What a beautiful sun, it's so yellow, it's so blue!

So pedal, pedal because time might pass

and this rain, paradoxically, might never stop falling

and what could we devise under this leaky little umbrella?

So let's go, let's go, can't you see we have already left?

Let's go to Genoa with its musical spirits,

or to Milan with its tailors and its industrialists,

or to Naples with its professional martyrs,

or to Bologna, Bologna with its orchestra players.

Let's go to Genoa with its musical interchanges,

or to Florence with its international tourists,

or to Rome that looks like a bitch among pigs,

or to Bologna, Bologna with its orchestra players,

or to Bologna, Bologna with its orchestra players.

1. lit: don't look at anyone and no one will look at us 2. "terrone" is a derogatory term used by Northern Italians to describe Southern Italians. The line may refer to the massive migration from Southern to Northern Italy after WWII

• Artist:Francesco De Gregori
• Album:Canzoni d'amore (1992)