Via delle storie infinite - Luca Barbarossa

Ricordi, ricordi

te lo dico due volte

così non scordi

quante volte ci siamo lasciati

per non perderci mai…

Ricordi, ricordi

ci bastava restare in silenzio

io cercavo gli accordi

e tu dipingevi

le note di blu…

Abiti ancora

in via delle storie infinite?

In quella terrazza con vista sui tetti dei tuoi desideri

All’ultimo piano che suoni soltanto

quando resti da sola

Si affaccia a guardarti il tramonto

quando esci la sera

e ti si vede annaffiare

con cura gli amori di ieri.

Sei sempre la stessa

che riusciva a tenere un segreto

come un fiore nascosto in un libro…

tu a che pagina sei?

Abiti ancora

in via delle storie infinite?

In quella terrazza con vista sui tetti dei tuoi desideri

Hai sempre in soffitta

quel quadro che invecchia?

E tu resti com’eri

Si affaccia a guardarti il tramonto

quando esci la sera

e ripassi i tuoi sogni a memoria

Si affaccia a guardarti il tramonto

quando esci la sera

e ti si vede annaffiare

con cura gli amori di ieri…

Remember, remember

I tell you twice

so don't forget

how many times have we broken up

to never get lost ...

Remember, remember

it was enough for us to remain silent

I was looking for agreements

and you painted

the notes of blue ...

You still live

in the way of endless stories?

On that terrace overlooking the rooftops of your desires

On the top floor you only play

when you are alone

Looks out to watch the sunset

when you go out in the evening

and you can be seen watering

with care the loves of yesterday.

You are always the same

that she could keep a secret

like a flower hidden in a book ...

what page are you on?

You still live

in the way of endless stories?

On that terrace overlooking the rooftops of your desires

You always have in the attic

that painting that gets old?

And you remain as you were

Looks out to watch the sunset

when you go out in the evening

and review your dreams by heart

Looks out to watch the sunset

when you go out in the evening

and you can be seen watering

with care the loves of yesterday ...