Le Mie Radici
Al Bano and Romina Power
My Roots
My roots are in the wind
not within the walls of a city
I have in my eyes
great blocks of cement
and the sky instead
is lit up only for advertising
to walk among the people
who look ahead indifferently
if you dare a good morning
you don't know a good morning
you never know what will happen to you
if then towards evening
you feel like going out
I have to tell you that I feel very bad
prisoners of a world that no longer dreams
prisoners every day of new taboos
when you ask for help no one is there
when you call someone your echo will come
prisoners of an era that creates robots
and true values have become a bonfire
fortunately then we know where the road is
if the desire to live is there
my roots are in the sun
not in the fog of this city
I have in my eyes
only forests of blooming antennas
while my heart
beats only for convenience
where is the clean air
where is that green meadow
and why those children
no longer play there
how strange the future
and the fruits it gives us
will wrap us in plastic
prisoners of a world that no longer dreams
prisoners every day of new taboos
when you ask for help no one is there
when you call someone your echo will come
prisoners of an era that creates robots
and true values have become a bonfire
fortunately then we know where the road is
if the desire to live is within you
my roots
are in the sun
not among the lights
of this city
