L'Isola - Simone Cristicchi

Partimmo verso Luglio con gli zaini sulle spalle

Con i biglietti in mano di un primo viaggio

Su quel traghetto pieno di chitarre e frikkettoni

Destinazione un' isola lontana della Grecia

Intorno a noi soltanto mare, salsedine e

L’odore di marijuana colorava l’aria dolce

Come il calore dentro ai sacchi a pelo

In una notte fredda sotto al cielo…

L’isola è un minuscolo puntino in mezzo al niente

Distante dal rumore di una civiltà invadente…

L’euforica incertezza di viaggiare sopra a un autobus

Che a malapena si reggeva in piedi…

Vedi gli ulivi cullati dal Meltemi, le facce consumate

E antiche dei vecchietti di una paese bianco

Arrampicato alla montagna di roccia, e di Mediterraneo!

C’era il sole, c’era il mare

C’era tutto quello che volevo avere…

C’era il sole, c’era il mare… il mare

C’era il pane, c’era il sale

E tutto quello che potrei desiderare

C’era il sole, c’era il mare e poi… c'eri tu!

Aspettavamo l' alba sulla spiaggia

Dalla Taverna un sottofondo di Sirtaki e di preghiere

Scoperta di sapori nuovi, davanti a quel bicchiere di Retina

E un’insalata greca…

Le chiacchierate con la gente più diversa

Capitata in quell’angolo sperduto della terra

E Fabio, che ci raccontava il giorno che ha deciso

Di lasciare tutto e di restare!

C’era il sole, c’era il mare

C’era tutto quello che volevo avere…

C’era il sole, c’era il mare… il mare

C’era il pane, c’era il sale

E tutto quello che potrei desiderare

C’era il sole, c’era il mare e poi… c'eri tu!

We left around July with backpacks on our shoulders

With tickets in hand for a first trip

On that ferry full of guitars and frikkettoni

Destination a distant island of Greece

Around us only sea, salt and

The smell of marijuana colored the sweet air

Like the heat inside the sleeping bags

On a cold night under the sky ...

The island is a tiny dot in the middle of nowhere

Far from the noise of an intrusive civilization ...

The euphoric uncertainty of traveling on a bus

That barely stood up ...

See the olive trees cradled by Meltemi, the worn faces

And ancient of the old men of a white country

Climbed to the mountain of rock, and of the Mediterranean!

There was the sun, there was the sea

There was everything I wanted to have ...

There was the sun, there was the sea ... the sea

There was bread, there was salt

And everything I could possibly want

There was the sun, there was the sea and then ... there you were!

We waited for sunrise on the beach

From the Taverna a background of Sirtaki and prayers

Discovery of new flavors, in front of that glass of Retina

And a Greek salad ...

The chats with the most diverse people

Happened in that remote corner of the earth

And Fabio, who told us about the day he decided

To leave everything and stay!

There was the sun, there was the sea

There was everything I wanted to have ...

There was the sun, there was the sea ... the sea

There was bread, there was salt

And everything I could possibly want

There was the sun, there was the sea and then ... there you were!