Io e la musica - Umberto Bindi

Il vento che correva su Genova

soffiava nella mia fisarmonica

nasceva piano la mia musica

e dentro al cuore solitudine

com’ero io, com’ero io

Cos diverso per l’abitudine

di raccontare tutto alle nuvole

sopra un cortile senza alberi

il mio concerto se ne andava via

da casa mia, volava via

giorni di favola e poi

la luce termin

e come fu non so

io mi ritrovo qui

un vento freddo volta le pagine

di questa storia senza miracoli

ricordo ancora i giorni inutili

gli errori fatti e perdonati mai

ma c’era lei, la musica

giorni pi amari che mai

nessun amico che

credesse ancora in me

ma adesso sono qui

e credo in me

in quello che ho

con una cosa in pi

l’amore

d’accordo, poco

in questo mondo che

non crede pi

in questo mondo che

non crede pi

The wind that ran over Genoa

it blew into my accordion

my music was born slowly

and loneliness inside the heart

as I was, as I was

So different from habit

to tell everything to the clouds

above a treeless courtyard

my concert was going away

from my house, it flew away

fairytale days and then

the light ended

and how it was I don't know

I find myself here

a cold wind turns the pages

of this history without miracles

I still remember the useless days

mistakes made and never forgiven

but there was her, the music

days more bitter than ever

no friend who

still believed in me

but now I'm here

and I believe in me

in what I have

with one more thing

the love

okay, not much

in this world that

no longer believes

in this world that

no longer believes