Qualcosa Qualcuno
Umberto Tozzi
Something Someone
Something, someone far away, maybe close
Yes, something, yes, someone calling you maybe no one
Yes, it will pass it's a disease as it came you can send it away
The freckles of a beautiful teenage memory disappear here
Swallow a bit of bitter and sweet like evenings in the province
To something to someone to a scent, I must think
Maybe go, maybe love
To love what is it's listening in silence to the moon
It's losing you and suffering without making noise
To love is you, a slowed awakening of a flower
To love more, it's a sweet madness it's also a bit my fault
That I love you more
Of the sparrow on the tree, waiting for a blow to throw itself down
Towards the earth and its scent that too often smells of war and smoke
And in the meantime it goes and in the meantime it grows, the deluded nothing ever ends
And something and someone, approaches with its poison
New ancient, asks for little, seems like a game
I don't know what to do, maybe go, maybe love
To love what is it's listening in silence to the moon
It's losing you and suffering without making noise
To love is you, a slowed awakening of a flower
To love more is a sweet madness it's also a bit my fault
That I love you more
