Cosa Sarà

What will it be, that makes trees grow and happiness
That makes you die at twenty even if you live to a hundred
What will it be to make the wind move, to stop the drunk poet
To give death for a piece of bread or a kiss not given
Oh, what will it be, that wakes you up in the morning and you're serious
That makes you die laughing at night in the shadow of a desire
Oh, what will it be, that drives you to love a lost short woman
The bottle that intoxicates you even if you haven't drunk it
What will it be, that drives you to beat your king
That leads you to seek justice where there is no justice
What will it be, that makes you buy everything even if you don't need anything
What will it be that tears you from the dream
Oh, what will it be, that makes you take out of your pocket a 'no! I'm not in'
Throws you into the sea and comes to save you
Oh, what will it be, that we must seek, that we must seek
What will it be that makes you leave the bike on the wall
And walk in the evening with a friend to talk about the future
What will it be, this strange courage, fear that takes us
And leads us to listen to the night falling
Oh, what will it be, that man and his blessed heart
Who, coming down from his shoes, from the bed, felt alone
It's like a bird in flight, it's like a bird in flight
It stops and looks down