L'uomo volante

If I had you, you know
I'd understand my life discovering within me
In hindsight
That every wrong choice led me to you
So I can already picture your smile
And I see us lighting up...
At the stadium, in a bar, in a loving gesture
That never happens to us
I wish I could give you an August sky
That frames a star that’s leaving
A hidden sun that rises from within
And outlines the boundary of your freedom
That light sound of an important name
The wings of a flying man
So you never have to hide... behind my scoldings...
And if you were here, I’d even have the courage
To fall in love with her
To talk to you just like I already do
Even if you won’t listen
But you’d be my only pride
The swallow that returns on its own...
I wish I could give you a different world
That has made peace with its cruelty
That rightful remorse that comes from mistakes
And confirms the strength of every fragility
The anarchic instinct of a wandering heart
The wings of a flying man
To rise higher... (and search for your daisy)
In this little life
Where you are more real... (avoiding every wrong path)
I wish I could give you the infinite that gives
That tender embrace of a dreaming father
Who, like a flying man
Even if you don’t come
Will know in his heart who you are
That’s what I hope for and wish.