Salirò

I'll go up
I'll go up
Among the roses of this garden
I'll go up I'll go up
As long as I am
Just a distant point.
Pump…pump…pump…pump.
I'd rather
Sitting on the edge of a volcano
I would burn myself
But waving at you from above.
And instead I'm lying down
Breathless
Overcooked like the tagliolini with pesto I ate
And I'm just lying here
On the pavement a little longer
But sooner or later I will leave again.
I would accept
Of falling asleep on a Tibetan glacier
I would freeze
But with a smile that slowly widens
(like De Niro, but more Indian)
and instead I'm lying down
breathless, exhausted like the bed you left me on before
and I remain here destroyed
desperate a little more
but sooner or later I will leave again.
And I'll go up I'll go up
I'll go up I'll go up
Among the roses of this garden
I'll go up I'll go up
As long as I am
Just a memory
Distant.
And I'll go up I'll go up
I'll go up I'll go up
As long as I am
Just a dot…
…distant
I'd rather start over
slowly from the base
and slowly ascend among the roses
and I would take it in my hands
your hands and I would tell you:
"love, in the end there is nothing to do again".
And instead
Lower than that
You just have to dig
To recover
to recover
a motorized winch is needed
I'll go up I'll go up
I'll go up I'll go up
among the roses of this garden
I'll go up I'll go up
As long as I am
Just a distant memory.
I'll go up
I'll go up-o
I'm not sure when yet
But trying and trying again
I'll go up I'll go up
As long as I am
Just one point
Distant
Distant
Distant
Distant