Padre a vent'anni - Pooh

Steso a terra in un prato d’erba bruciata

armato e mimetizzato tu ascolti il vento

nella guerra straniera di qualcun’altro

tu tieni lontani i buoni dai cattivi.

Senti me sono il tuo bambino

son troppo piccolo e ti telefono col pensiero

dopo dormirІ e ti sognerІ.

Sono nato che tu eri partito da poco

e forse ti ho visto in qualche telegiornale.

Non so ancora parlare e rotolo ancora

torna, cos¬ mi insegni tu a camminare,

poi mi devi spiegare come si tiene stretto un gelato

mentre si sta sciogliendo,

so quanti anni hai, venti pi№ di me.

Che cosa il mare, devi spiegarmelo tu,

devi tornare, fai come i gatti stai gi№.

Fra gli aeroplani, il pi№ veloce qual',

le ragazze come funzionano

mamma sorride e dice: lui lo sa.

Ma come fanno i bambini a ridere ancora

dove la guerra rompe le case e il sole,

forse un giorno potresti spiegarmelo bene,

non come la tv ma, con le tue parole.

E perch© tutti parlan di pace, e pi№ ne parlano

pi№ la pace non arriva mai;

questo e anche di pi№, devi dirmi tu.

E quando sera, pensa ai sapori di qua,

con l’avventura da esagerare nei bar.

Gi№ nel giardino c' la tua moto da cross,

tante foto che non ci bastano,

fa il tuo lavoro bene, ma stai gi№.

E perch© tutti parlan di pace, e pi№ ne parlano

pi№ la pace non arriva mai;

questo e anche di pi№, devi dirmi tu.

Lying on the ground in a meadow of burnt grass

armed and camouflaged you listen to the wind

in someone else's foreign war

you keep the good from the bad.

Look I'm your baby

I am too small and I call you with my thoughts

then I will sleep and dream of you.

I was born that you had recently left

and maybe I saw you on some news.

I still don't know how to speak and still roll

come back so you teach me to walk

then you have to explain to me how an ice cream is held tightly

while it's melting,

I know how old you are, twenty older than me.

What is the sea, you have to explain it to me,

you have to come back, do as cats are down.

Among the airplanes, the fastest one,

how girls work

mom smiles and says: he knows.

But how do children still laugh

where the war breaks the houses and the sun,

maybe one day you could explain it to me well,

not like tv but, with your words.

And because everyone talks about peace, and more they talk about it

more peace never comes;

this and more, you have to tell me.

And when evening, think of the flavors here,

with the adventure to be exaggerated in the bars.

Your motocross bike is already in the garden,

many photos that are not enough,

does your job well, but stay down.

And because everyone talks about peace, and more they talk about it

more peace never comes;

this and more, you have to tell me.