Taxi Story

Guido drives a yellow cab
In the metropolitan chaos
Carries around money and rags
Of every kind that is human
So many acrobatics
That he knows well like the streets
He who often dreams of flying
Sees many people landing
At the airport of his city
Guido talks with the customers
Short stories of passage
That time when a woman
Had no money to pay for the ride
So many lives so many acrobatics
That intersect like the streets
Some always forget something
Maybe in a rush to get there
But someone is already calling, it's another ride
And he still thinks one day he can fly away
Drive his life in every sense to adventure
Without more addresses without anyone
Telling him "stop here"
And he still thinks one day he can fly away
From these streets too narrow that are scary
He thinks that down there beyond that darkness
The angel of the river
With open arms is waiting
Guido carries a gun
Even if he doesn't know and doesn't want to use it
Certain areas at this time
Are open battlefields
So many tricks so many acrobatics
That he has learned well like the streets
And staying awake is what matters
It's not time to go back now
Every hour is rush hour
And he still thinks one day he can fly away
From these streets too narrow that are scary
He thinks that down there beyond that darkness
The angel of the river
With open arms is waiting