Per un vecchio bambino

And time turned into yesterday
and with time you never grew,
you were my despair...
I told you, "Come on, be serious;"
and you replied, "Chill out,
it's too early now, but one day I'll grow up."

And everything you wanted,
right or wrong, you took it,
without thinking for a minute,
and then you never obeyed
and always got into trouble...
Whether it was a race,
a hit to the world or a hit to you,
who could impress a little more?

Kid, my kid, kid, my kid,
kid, my kid, kid, my kid,
what a strange dream
to turn around
and not see you anymore.

And one Sunday the horses,
the cards, the bets, the dreams,
came to tell me: "We're leaving him:
he's grown up now, he knows
he doesn't need us anymore,"
and with all the words
that I've written in my life, I've cried and I know
I couldn't convince them to say no.

And sometimes a bit lost in thought
on some paper in some sky
I can't draw the stars,
I just want to see you,
just the time for a coffee,
and your face and the joy...
But at the bar they tell me that you
just left a little while ago.

Kid, my kid, kid, my kid,
kid, my kid, kid, my kid,
what a strange dream
to turn around
and not see you anymore.

And sometimes I think that Sergio and I
when we said goodbye that afternoon
were a bit tipsy:
and I was pulling mom this way
and he was leaning a bit that way,
okay, I admit it, we messed up,
we messed up on being serious,
you would have done it too...

Kid, my kid, kid, my kid,
kid, my kid, kid, my kid,
what a strange dream
to turn around
and not see you anymore.
kid, my kid, kid, my kid.