La strada - Riccardo Fogli

S?,?

la strada che va

attraversa citt?,

come l’ombra dei sole si allungher?

accompagna le estati: donne, camion, soldati,

poi li va a salutare,

fa una curva e poi sale.

S??

la strada che va

lei padroni non ha,

?

una spada affilata che taglia in due

cento campi di grano,

un villaggio gitano,

giostre, luci, anche guai

quanta storia c'?

in lei

e quante idee.

La strada?

tua soltanto,

?

un nastro che lega il mondo,

un filo teso tra i tuoi sogni e la realt?

S?,?

the road that goes

crosses the city,

how will the shadow of the sun lengthen?

accompanies the summers: women, trucks, soldiers,

then he goes to greet them,

makes a curve and then climbs.

S ??

the road that goes

she has no masters,

?

a sharp sword that cuts in two

a hundred fields of wheat,

a gypsy village,

rides, lights, even trouble

how much history is there?

in her

and how many ideas.

The street?

yours only,

?

a ribbon that binds the world,

a thread stretched between your dreams and reality?