Cara prof - Eros Ramazzotti

Cara prof - Eros Ramazzotti

  • Year of release: 2010
  • Language: Italian
  • Duration: 3:58

Below is the lyrics of the song Cara prof , artist - Eros Ramazzotti with translation

Lyrics " Cara prof "

Original text with translation

Cara prof

Eros Ramazzotti

Original text

Cara prof

Non lo so perché

Dopo tanto tempo penso proprio a te

Forse perché

Gli esami per me

Sembrano non finire quasi mai

Ti ricordi

Di monti andrea

Era quello bravo quello che copiavo

Scrive che passa giorni stanchi

Dice che riempie questionari

E intanto vende porta a porta

Ma in piazza no, lui non contesta più

E penso a un cinema in fondo a quella via

A un braccio intorno al collo

A quel sapore clorofilla dei baci

Dell’ultima fila

E penso a Lucia

Nell’ultima fila

E Lucia occhi stralunati

Chi lo sa dov'è con i suoi problemi

Lei che coi numeri come me

Non ci beccava quasi mai

Lei che amava in ogni senso

Morbide nevicate di poesia

Cos'è rimasto di quegli anni chi lo sa

Del nostro grande futuro

Talmente grande da inghiottirci tutti così

Un attimo prima

Dell’ultima ora

Dell’ultima ora

Cara prof

So che tuo figlio non lo vedi più

Come anch’io del resto

Tutti quei miei compagni sparsi

Come gli appunti di una vita

E a chi non sa come spiegarsi

Dimmi che voto adesso tu gli dai

Song translation

Dear prof

I do not know why

After a long time I think about you

Perhaps because

The exams for me

They almost never seem to end

Do you remember

Of monti andrea

It was the good one I was copying

He writes that tired days go by

He says he fills in questionnaires

Meanwhile, he sells door to door

But in the square no, he no longer disputes

And I think of a cinema at the end of that street

One arm around the neck

To that chlorophyll taste of kisses

From the last row

And I think of Lucia

In the last row

And Lucia wide eyes

Who knows where she is with her problems

You who with numbers like me

She hardly ever caught us

She who he loved in every sense

Soft snows of poetry

What is left of those years who knows

Of our great future

Big enough to swallow us all like that

A moment before

Of the last hour

Of the last hour

Dear prof

I know your son doesn't see him anymore

Like me, for the rest

All those scattered mates of mine

Like the notes of a lifetime

And to those who don't know how to explain themselves

Tell me what grade you give it now

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