Storie Di Tutti I Giorni

Everyday stories
Old conversations always to be had
Stories stuck on benches
Waiting for a happy ending
Stories of us good people
Who struggle, fall in love with nothing
Life as usual, but with big ideas in mind
Another day that goes by
A clock stopped for an eternity
For all those like us
Always running, always halfway
Another passing day, now
With this love that isn't as big as I wish

Stories like lost friends
Who change paths if you greet them
Stories that make no noise
Like a locked room
Stories that have no future
Like a small dot on a big wall
Where to write a line
To a woman who is no longer here
Another day that goes by
A tired man that no one will listen to
For all those like us
Without triumphs, nor big troubles
Another passing day, now
With this love that isn't as beautiful as I wish

Stories like smoke rings
In a distant place, with no one
Just a night that never ends
Another day that goes by
Forgotten among the city noises
For all those like us
Nothing has changed and nothing will change
Another passing day, now
With this love that isn't as strong as I wish