La Mia Stanza - Roberto Vecchioni

La chitarra riempie la tua stanza

come te la riempivano gli amori,

forse a diciott’anni non c'?

distanza

tra le cose dentro e quelle fuori,

forse a diciott’anni si canta e basta:

essere sentita o non sentita non ti cambia la vita.

Io non ho l’et?

e ho le palle piene di vedermi questa gente intorno:

managers cazzuti, falchi e iene,

ti far?

sapere quando torno

ma ti lascio un sacco di parole

e quel po' di roba che mi avanza

qui nella mia stanza…

Passer?

tutto questo vivere,

questo andare e venire di treni,

questa lettera da leggere e da scrivere

The guitar fills your room

as the loves filled it,

maybe he isn't there at eighteen?

distance

between the things inside and those outside,

maybe at eighteen you just sing:

being heard or unheard does not change your life.

Am I not aged?

and my balls are full of seeing these people around me:

badass managers, hawks and hyenas,

will you do?

know when I come back

but I leave you a lot of words

and what little stuff I have left over

here in my room ...

Passer?

all this living,

this coming and going of trains,

this letter to read and write