Buonanotte Ai Viaggiatori

Goodnight to the travelers,
to those who search for a shore at night,
to those who are lost
and can't find the way
but still keep walking.
Goodnight to all the lovers
devoured by the moon,
to the child prophets of yesterday
to the pirate writings.
And tomorrow who knows
if we'll meet
on the shore of a dream
in an Italian square
under the rainbow
and tomorrow who knows
if we'll see each other again
under the bridges of a dream
along the caravan
under the rainbow.
Goodnight
to your hands
that have touched another day
to those who are tired
but still awake
to the warriors on duty
goodnight,
to your hair
to your years gone by
with that rush of life
to your tired eyes.
And tomorrow who knows
if we'll meet
on the shore of a dream
in an Italian square
under the rainbow
and tomorrow who knows
if we'll see each other again
under the bridges of a dream
along the caravan
under the rainbow.
Goodnight to the musicians
to our forgotten guitars
to the songs not yet sung
goodnight to myself.
And tomorrow who knows
if we'll meet
on the shore of a dream
in an Italian square
under the rainbow
and tomorrow who knows
if we'll see each other again
under the bridges of a dream
along the caravan
under the rainbow.