Buona fortuna e buon viaggio - Pooh

Era un deserto la stazione

E la valigia era pesante

Vuoi darla a me, se vuoi t’aiuto

Che il treno parte tra un istante

Faceva caldo in quel vagone

L’inverno fuori nevicava

La conoscevo da un minuto

E il mio viaggio incominciava

Aveva gli occhi troppo azzurri

Per non restarla ad ascoltare

Lei si voleva raccontare

Ma confondeva le parole

Nella sua voce da straniera

Un sottilissimo dolore

Si disegnava sulle labbra

Ad ogni battito del cuore

Via, torno a casa mia

La mia vita qui

Non funziona più

Tutto, scorre troppo in fretta

Che se resto qui

Porta via anche me

Il treno adesso andava al buio

Che il giorno s'èra fatto tardi

Le mani bianche come neve

Lei che stringeva i suoi ricordi

Io le parlai dei miei viaggi

E dei miei sogni nel cassetto

Lei tormentandosi i capelli:

Io dei miei sogni ho perso tutto

Al mio paese girasoli

E poca vita da sperare

Si fa fatica a non partire

Si fa fatica a ritornare

E un giorno prendi la tua faccia

E vai lontano e vendi amore

Io ci ho provato e te lo giuro

Non l’ho saputo sopportare

Via, torno a casa mia

Dove più nessuno

Mi rincorrerà

Via, torno al mio paese

Dove chi mi aspetta

Non lo saprà mai

Alla frontiera era mattina

E lei parlava lo straniero

Prima di scendere dal treno

Disse ti sento amico vero

Il mio paese è in cima al mondo

Non ci si arriva di passaggio

Mi diede un bacio da bambina

Buona fortuna e buon viaggio

The station was a desert

And the suitcase was heavy

Want to give it to me, if you want help

That the train leaves in an instant

It was hot in that car

In winter it was snowing outside

I had known her for a minute

And my journey began

Her eyes were too blue

In order not to listen to her

She wanted to tell

But she was confusing the words

About her In her voice as a foreigner

A very subtle pain

She was drawing on her lips

With every heartbeat

Come on, I'm going back to my house

My life here

It does not work anymore

Everything flows too fast

What if I stay here

Take me away too

The train was now going dark

That the day has grown late

Hands as white as snow

She holding her memories

I told her about my travels

And my dreams in the drawer

She tormenting her hair:

I lost everything in my dreams

In my country sunflowers

And little life to hope for

It is hard not to leave

It is hard to return

And one day take your face

And go far and sell love

I tried and I swear to you

I couldn't bear it

Come on, I'm going back to my house

Where no one else

He will run after me

Come on, I'm going back to my country

Where who is waiting for me

She will never know

It was morning at the border

And she spoke the stranger

Before getting off the train

He said I feel you true friend

My country is on top of the world

You do not get there in passing

She gave me a kiss as a child

Good luck and have a good trip