Il Ragazzo Della Via Gluck

This is the story of one of us
Also born by chance in Gluck Street
In a house outside the city
Quiet people who worked
Where there was grass, now there is a city
And that house in the middle of the green now
Where will it be?

This boy from Gluck Street
He used to have fun playing with me
But one day he said, 'I'm going to the city'
And he said it while crying
I ask him, 'Aren't you happy, my friend?'
Finally going to live in the city
You will find the things you didn't have here
You can wash at home without going down to the courtyard

My dear friend says, 'Here I was born
And in this street, now I leave my heart
But how can you not understand
It's a fortune for you who stay
Barefoot playing in the meadows
While there in the center, I breathe the cement
But the day will come when I will return here again
And I will hear the friend train whistling like this
Wa wa

Years go by, but eight are long
But that boy has come a long way
But he doesn't forget his first home
Now with money, he can buy it
He returns and doesn't find the friends he had
Only houses upon houses, tar, and cement
Where there was grass, now there is a city
And that house in the middle of the green now
Where will it be?

I don't know, I don't know, why do they keep building houses
And they don't leave the grass, they don't leave the grass
They don't leave the grass, they don't leave the grass
And if we keep going like this
Who knows how it will be done, who knows
Who knows how it will be done