Barco Quieto

Still ship
Don't go, I beg you,
from this house of ours
where we have lived.
What nostalgia can I take
if from the window
we don't see the sea
and outside the city cries
such loneliness.

Everything passes, everything tires
and one regrets
being at home
and suddenly looks out
at a corner to gaze with tears at their heart
and outside the city cries
such loneliness.

Don't go, stay
we are already
back from everything
and this house is our
way of being.
So many talks, so much life,
so many nights with the smell of food
with a familiar eternity
in just one day it can't change
and outside the city cries
such loneliness.

These walls, these doors
are not lies,
they are our soul.
Still ship, inner abode
we lived it
just like love.
And outside the city cries
such loneliness.

Don't go, stay
we are already
back from everything
and this house is our
way of being.