La ballata dell'uomo in più - Peppino Gagliardi

Era l’ultimo della classe

Ma nessuno gliene voleva

Ogni giorno una cosa nuova

E di tutti se la rideva

Poi la vita se lo rubò

Senza dargli mai più di un po'

Lui di questo si contentò

Fino a quando non lo scocciò…

Voleva cogliere margherite

Ma i campi in fiore già non c’erano più

C’era una corsa di tante vite

Che in campi brulli cadevano giù

Lui non pensava, lui ne rideva

Andare avanti era un piacere

Andava in cerca di un qualche cosa

Che non sapeva ma che sentiva…

Andava in cerca di un qualche cosa

Che aveva dentro, chiamato amore

Una bocca e due occhi neri

Non bastarono alla sua sete

Per la luce che lui voleva

Non lo chiusero nella rete

Una musica lo portò

Dove niente lo disturbò

Con il rullo che lo esaltò

Fino a quando non lo fermò…

Lo colse in fronte una margherita

E un fiore rosso per lui sbocciò

Fu questo il premio per una vita

Che guadagnava la libertà…

È nato un campo di margherite

E insieme ad altri lui resterà

Non avrà un nome fra tante vite

Non sarà l’ultimo, ma un uomo in più…

He was the last of the class

But nobody wanted him

A new thing every day

And he laughed at everyone

Then life stole it

Without ever giving him more than a little

He was content with this

Until he bothered him ...

He wanted to pick daisies

But the fields in bloom were already gone

There was a race of many lives

Which fell down in barren fields

He didn't think, he laughed at it

Moving on was a pleasure

He was looking for something

That he didn't know but that he felt ...

He was looking for something

That he had inside, called love

One mouth and two black eyes

They weren't enough for his thirst

For the light he wanted

They did not lock him in the network

A music brought him

Where nothing bothered him

With the roll that exalted him

Until he stopped him ...

He caught a daisy in the forehead

And a red flower for him blossomed

This was the prize for a lifetime

That he earned his freedom ...

A field of daisies was born

And together with others he will stay

He won't have a name in so many lifetimes

He will not be the last, but one more man ...