I Giardini Di Marzo

The cart passed by and that man shouted 'ice cream!'
On the twenty-first of the month our money was already gone
I thought of my mother and I saw her clothes
The most beautiful was black and the flowers not yet withered
At the school gate the kids sold books
I stayed watching them, trying to find the courage to imitate them
Then defeated, I went back to play with my mind and its flaws
And in the evening on the phone you asked me: Why don't you talk?

What year is it, what day is it
This is the time to live with you
As you can see, my hands no longer tremble
And deep in my soul
Immense skies, and immense love
And then more and more love, love for you
Blue rivers and hills and meadows
Where my melancholies run so sweetly
The universe finds space inside me
But the courage to live is still not there

The gardens of March dress in new colors
And young women in that month live new loves
You walked by my side and suddenly you said: You're dying
If you help me, I'm sure I'll get out of it!
But not a word clarified my thoughts
I kept walking, leaving you as yesterday's actress

What year is it, what day is it
This is the time to live with you
As you can see, my hands no longer tremble
And deep in my soul
Immense skies, and immense love
And then more and more love, love for you
Blue rivers and hills and meadows
Where my melancholies run so sweetly
The universe finds space inside me
But the courage to live is still not there