Noi - Pupo

E la storia è cominciata

Una sera come tante

Nel mio piccolo paese: Ponticino

Beppe che suonava il basso

Schioppo alla batteria

Io con la chitarra e Pippo all’organino

Beppe, per fare più colpo

Si era anche cambiato il nome

E difatti si firmava David De Chiara

E si scriveva le canzoni

Dicendo tutte le illusioni

Di quella vita sempre uguale e a volte amara

Poi un bel giorno abbiam deciso

Siam partiti per Milano

Io con la chitarra e Beppe gli indirizzi in mano

Delle case più importanti

Quelle dei grandi cantanti

Io speravo di vedere Celentano

Noi eravamo solo noi

E tutti gli altri contro noi

Quando si tornava a Ponticino

Noi, quante delusioni noi

Con un sogno in tasca e poi

Con i soldi appena per un panino

Beppe, ti ricordi il giorno

Che leggemmo sul giornale

Quell’annuncio che diceva di tentare

C’era scritto: «Artisti vari

Musicisti e cantautori

Siamo in cerca di talenti da lanciare»

E ci ritrovammo sul treno

Che correva nel mattino

Ed andava dritto incontro al nostro destino

E la strada era segnata

Era forte, era ferrata

E portava fino al sogno che era lì vicino

Noi eravamo solo noi

E tutti gli altri contro noi

Quando si tornava a Ponticino

Noi, quante delusioni noi

Con un sogno in tasca e poi

Con i soldi appena per un panino

And the story began

An evening like many others

In my small town: Ponticino

Beppe playing the bass

Shot on the battery

Me with the guitar and Pippo at the organ

Beppe, to impress more

He had even changed his name

And in fact he was signed by David De Chiara

And he wrote the songs

Saying all the illusions

Of that life that is always the same and sometimes bitter

Then one day we decided

We left for Milan

Me with the guitar and Beppe addresses them in hand

Of the most important houses

Those of the great singers

I was hoping to see Celentano

We were just us

And all the others against us

When we returned to Ponticino

We, how many disappointments we are

With a dream in your pocket and then

With just the money for a sandwich

Beppe, do you remember the day

Which we read in the newspaper

That announcement that said to try

It was written: "Various artists

Musicians and songwriters

We are looking for talents to launch "

And we found ourselves on the train

That ran in the morning

And it went straight to meet our fate

And the road was marked

She was strong, she was shod

And it led up to the dream that was nearby

We were just us

And all the others against us

When we returned to Ponticino

We, how many disappointments we are

With a dream in your pocket and then

With just the money for a sandwich