Carta A Francia

From the place where I'm ALWAYS thinking of you
with my eternal stubbornness,
and noting what I feel is happening to us here
even if it's not the best

How I miss you
and how I'm afraid of losing my steps
of losing somewhere my promises
and my dreams
Which will be the best path?
everyone says, this one will take you...

More and more people are approaching
people always applaud and,
I fear so much to realize that they only condescend
with my way of looking without knowing for sure
if they share what I say, if indeed
they are with me, if they give the importance
and the value that I also give them....

Today I need the whole night to tell
what I have written
about those who trade
with simple and recycled music
and that never says anything,
is it that they have nothing to say
how I would like to see that the artist
is looking for a way
to talk about everything
that has become important and yet
it's never enough,
we still lack and how much we lack to sing...

In the world I only see two extremes
today and you so far from here
the nostalgia will leave me with the summer
when you come....

How I miss you
and how I'm afraid of losing the steps
of losing somewhere the promises
and the dreams
Which will be the best path?
I'm sure you would say to take that one
that takes me further...

I haven't been able to say everything I think about you,
nor have I been able to talk about love,
I have so much to tell you that I have lost and can't find
and among some of these things the freshness with which I had my plans
the first time, I lost the surprise with which I discovered in the moon
my head, if it went thinking of you, and even the pleasure of
being irresponsible how heavy the words weigh when
one walks behind and when it's me who has
to say them I hope that tonight at least
your reproach would reach me where I am
in case there was more to say than what I said and also
in case what was said could have been said better
but you're not here...

And those who come are not here to forgive my personal shortcomings
rather they come to tonight's concert, expecting the best...

And my head is in so many places, I sing for so many people
and now I think so much of you and yet my heart reaches me
to feel everything and today that I miss you so much only,
only I have wanted to repeat myself,

how I miss you....
and how I'm afraid of losing your steps
of losing somewhere your promises and your dreams
Which will be the best path?
and asking myself this question I think of you,
and the path that brings you back......
that brings you back......
that brings you back......
BRING YOU BACK......