La Favola Antica - Vasco Rossi

C’era una volta una favola antica

Quasi da tutti ormai dimenticata

Che continuava a volare nell’aria

Aspettando colui

Che l’avrebbe di nuovo narrata

Era una favola vecchia

Un poco svanita

Come un barattolo

Di aranciata aperta

Ma non voleva rassegnarsi

E cercava di «non dimenticarsi»!

Parlava di una bambina bionda

Che non voleva dormire da sola

E la sua mamma poverina

Doveva starle sempre vicina

Un giorno venne una bella signora

Tutta vestita di luce viola

Prese la mamma per la mano

E la port lontano, lontano

La bimba pianse 100 sere

Poi si stanc

E si addorment

Quando il mattino

La venne a svegliare

Con un bellissimo raggio di sole

Vide la mamma poverina

Che sotto un albero dormiva

E la signora vestita di viola

Disse «non devi pi avere paura…

Di restare sola»

C’era una volta una favola antica

Quasi da tutti ormai dimenticata

Che continuava a volare nell’aria

Aspettando colui che l’avrebbe

Di nuovo narrata

Era una favola vecchia

Era poco svanita

Come un barattolo

Di aranciata aperta

E per non essere dimenticata

Divent vera…

Divent!

oh oh oh!

… la vita!

Once upon a time there was an ancient fairy tale

Almost everyone has now forgotten

That kept flying in the air

Waiting for him

That he would have told it again

It was an old fairy tale

A little faded

Like a jar

Of open orange soda

But she didn't want to give up

And he was trying to "not forget"!

It was about a blond girl

That she didn't want to sleep alone

And his poor mother

She had to always be close to her

One day she came a beautiful lady

All dressed in purple light

She took Mom by the hand

And he took her far, far away

The baby cried 100 evenings

Then he got tired

And she fell asleep

When in the morning

She came to wake her up

With a beautiful ray of sunshine

She saw the poor mother

That she was sleeping under a tree

And the lady dressed in purple

She said "you don't have to be afraid anymore ...

She to be alone "

Once upon a time there was an ancient fairy tale

Almost everyone has now forgotten

That kept flying in the air

Waiting for the one who would have it

Again narrated

It was an old fairy tale

It had just faded

Like a jar

Of open orange soda

And not to be forgotten

Became true ...

Became!

Oh oh oh!

… the life!