Caterina

Then came the morning and with the morning an angel
and that angel was you, with two little bird shoulders
in a dress too small and with eyes still blue.
And you really played the guitar very badly,
but when you sang it felt like a Carnival,
and a bottle was enough for a whole afternoon,
to tell it today doesn't even seem real.
And life Caterina, you know, is not easy for anyone,
when you want to savor all its perfume to the fullest.
You have to risk the night, the wine, and the melancholy,
the loneliness and the suitcases of a love that flies away.
And five hundred chains that break in a second
and are not enough to cry the tears of the whole world.
Who knows if in those moments you remember my face,
when the night falls and your arms freeze.
But if only for a moment I could have you by my side
maybe I wouldn't say anything but just look at you.
Who knows if you still play with the curls on your ear
or if looking into my eyes you would find me a little older.
And how many scoundrels have you met and how many times have you asked for help,
but it didn't help at all.
Caterina, I would like to see this song of yours fly
over the rooftops of Florence to conquer you