Le Rondini
Lucio Dalla
The Swallows
I'd like to get inside the wires of a radio
And fly over the rooftops of the cities
Encounter the dialectal expressions
Mix with the smell of coffee
Stop on the noses of the old while they read the newspapers
And with the dust of dreams fly and fly
In the coolness of the stars, even further
Dreams, you dream in the sea of dreams
I'd like to turn the sky like the swallows
And every now and then stop here and there
Have the nest under the rooftops in the coolness of the arcades
And like them when it's evening, close my eyes with simplicity
I'd like to follow every beat of my heart
To understand what happens inside
And what moves it
Where does this strange pain come from sometimes
I'd like to understand after all what love is
Where does it come from, where does it go
Dreams, you dream in the sky of dreams
