Dall'altra parte - Pooh

Dall’altra parte fanno estate i girasoli

e la vodka nasce nel granai

e sanno aggiustarsi la macchina da soli

aspettando la domenica.

E voi ragazze andate in fila sui boulevard

per film americani e per ballare nel bar.

Dall’altra parte hanno gli alberghi dello stato,

ma si dorme come qui da noi

e han reggipetti fuori moda e cuori chiari

da discoteca e da Bolshoj.

Caff alla turca sotto i tigli al Gorky Park

fotografando il vento mentre il sole va gi№.

E tu sognavi lontano lontano,

pi№ lontano di me.

Tu sei dall’altra parte di una riga della vita,

come suoni a onde corte di una lingua che non so.

Ricordo i ristoranti zitti come cattedrali

e il fuoco dei tramonti sulle terre industriali.

Dormiva il grande Oriente dietro l’alba popolare

e io ero gi partito senza il tempo di arrivare,

ma visto che da un po' non perquisiscono i pensieri

sarai da questa parte, anche se tu non lo saprai.

Dall’altra parte ho visto ali per la guerra

e cicogne che dormivano.

A tuo fratello regalammo una chitarra

che quasi andava a letto con lei.

E la milizia insegue ombre e malinconia

sui viali senza fine della periferia.

E tu sognavi lontano

lontano, pi№ lontano di te.

Dall’altra parte adesso fanno autunno i rampicanti,

tu leggerai i giornali coi vestiti pi№ pesanti,

sui muri di una piazza dritta sull’arcobaleno

e sei da questa parte anche se non ci rivedremo

forse mai.

On the other hand, sunflowers are summer

and the vodka is born in the granaries

and they know how to fix the car themselves

waiting for Sunday.

And you girls go in line on the boulevards

for American films and for dancing in the bar.

On the other hand they have the hotels of the state,

but you sleep like here with us

and they have old-fashioned bras and clear hearts

from disco and from Bolshoj.

Turkish café under the lime trees in Gorky Park

photographing the wind as the sun goes down.

And you dreamed far away,

farther than me.

You are on the other side of a line of life,

like shortwave sounds of a language I don't know.

I remember restaurants as silent as cathedrals

and the fire of sunsets on industrial lands.

The great East slept behind the popular dawn

and I had already left without time to arrive,

but since they haven't searched thoughts for a while

you'll be on this side, even if you don't know it.

On the other hand, I saw wings for war

and sleeping storks.

We gave your brother a guitar

that he was almost sleeping with her.

And the militia pursues shadows and melancholy

on the endless avenues of the suburbs.

And you dreamed away

far, farther than you.

On the other hand, the vines are now autumn,

you will read the newspapers with the heaviest clothes,

on the walls of a square straight on the rainbow

and you're on this side even if we won't see each other again

maybe never.