Nostalgia Canaglia
Al Bano and Romina Power
Rogue Nostalgia
But what is that lump in my throat
that overwhelms me, what is it.
You are here with me
and why this absurd loneliness?
But what is it if for the herons
flight is always freedom?
Why for us instead
there's something inside that's not right, that's not right?
Nostalgia, rogue nostalgia,
that takes you just when you don't want.
You find yourself with a heart of straw,
and a fire that you never put out.
Nostalgia, rogue nostalgia,
of a street, a friend, a bar.
Of a country that dreams and makes mistakes,
but if you ask, then it gives you everything.
Who knows why the world turns
to understand a little more?
You always go further away
and lose a bit of what you are.
And then why is an adventure
beautiful only halfway?
While you go, that sweet worm
will suddenly come back, will come back.
Nostalgia, rogue nostalgia,
that takes you just when you don't want.
You find yourself with a heart of straw,
and a fire that you never put out.
Nostalgia, rogue nostalgia,
of a street, a friend, a bar.
Of a country that dreams and makes mistakes,
but if you ask, then it gives you everything.
Nostalgia, rogue nostalgia,
that takes you just when you don't want.
You find yourself with a heart of straw,
and a fire that you never put out.
Nostalgia, rogue nostalgia,
of a street, a friend, a bar.
Of a country that dreams and makes mistakes,
but if you ask, then it gives you everything.
