Vecchio scarpone
Gino Latilla
Old Boot
Up there, in a dusty closet,
among a thousand things that are no longer needed,
I saw, a little worn out and disappointed,
an old friend from my youth.
Some blades of grass,
with dried mud
still seemed to be preserved among the nails,
it was a military boot.
Old boot how much time has passed
how many illusions you make me relive.
How many songs on your steps I sang
that I can't forget.
Over the dunes of the endless desert,
along the shores caressed by the sea,
for days and nights I walked with you
without resting.
Up there, among the white peaks
of eternal snow immaculate in the sun,
we picked alpine stars
to make a gift to a distant love.
Old boot, like a distant time,
in the middle of the mud,
with rain and sun,
maybe you would know, if destiny wanted, to walk again.
Old boot how much time has passed
how many illusions you make me relive.
How many songs on your steps I sang
that I can't forget.
Over the dunes of the endless desert,
along the shores caressed by the sea,
for days and nights I walked with you
without resting.
Up there, among the white peaks
of eternal snow immaculate in the sun,
we picked alpine stars
to make a gift to a distant love.
Old boot, like a distant time,
in the middle of the mud,
with rain and sun,
maybe you would know, if destiny wanted, to walk again.
Old boot you make me relive
my youth.
