Il bambino dei topi - Angelo Branduardi

Parliamo ancora di lui

Sottovoce quando viene sera

Seduti vicini, con un po' di paura

Di quando ci rincorreva

Ridendo in quel modo strano

E poi si nascondeva

A spiarci da lontano

Viveva là sulla collina

Passava le sue giornate

A guardare i passeri volare

Giocava con i topi, ma con noi non parlava

Noi lo tormentavamo

Cercando di farlo piangere

Ma lui non ci badava e se ne andava

Suo padre non lo amava

Ogni giorno lo picchiava:

Non poteva sopportare quei suoi occhi strani

Sua madre lo consolava

Lui se ne andava sotto la pioggia

A piedi nudi, camminava adagio

Sono così lontane

Le cose accadute allora

Ma qualche volta di lui noi parliamo ancora

Nelle sere d’estate

Quando qui ci si annoia

Seduti vicini lasciando che il tempo passi

Let's talk about him again

Softly when evening comes

Sitting close, with a little fear

When he ran after us

Laughing in that strange way

And then he was hiding

To spy on us from afar

He lived there on the hill

He spent his days

Watching the sparrows fly

He played with the mice, but he didn't talk to us

We tormented him

Trying to make him cry

But he paid no attention to it and went away

His father did not love him

Every day he beat him:

He couldn't stand his weird eyes

His mother consoled him

He was leaving in the rain

Barefoot, he walked slowly

They are so far away

Things that happened then

But sometimes we still talk about him

On summer evenings

When you get bored here

Sitting side by side letting time go by