Dialogo - Gianna Nannini

Tu, uomo tu, dio,

padre poi ragazzo mio,

sul mio seno aggrappato,

tra un insulto e un bacio.

E donna non vuol dire pazza,

némartire che di certo viene a noia;

tu sei forte, perchésai dire mia,

tu sei niente appena scappo via.

Apriamoci,

gridando odio per un po’d’amore,

ma almeno apriamoci,

gridando odio per un po’d’amore,

per sentirci naturali,

piúnudi, piúveri.

E donna, donna tu,

se vuoi di piúche cosa devo fare,

nelle fiabe mi ero visto re, vincitore.

Vendendo fumo, vendendo guerra,

vendevo me, vendevo la violenza,

e son rimasto senza piúpoesia

a fare l’uomo,

a farti roba mia.

Abbracciami,

gridando odio per un po’d’amore,

ma adesso abbracciami,

ridando odio per un po’d’amore,

per sentirci naturali,

piúnudi, piúveri

You, man, you, god,

father then my boy,

on my clinging breast,

between an insult and a kiss.

And woman doesn't mean crazy,

nor martyr who certainly gets bored;

you are strong, because you know how to say mine,

you are nothing as soon as I run away.

Let's open up,

shouting hate for a little bit of love,

but at least let's open up,

shouting hate for a little bit of love,

to feel natural,

more naked, more real.

And woman, woman you,

if you want more what should I do,

in fairy tales I had seen myself king, victor.

Selling smoke, selling war,

I was selling myself, I was selling violence,

and I was left with no more poetry

to be a man,

to make you my own.

Hug me,

shouting hate for a little bit of love,

but now hug me,

giving back hatred for a little bit of love,

to feel natural,

more naked, more real