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È Tempo Di Me
04:33
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Camminavo per le strade di un quartiere sconosciuto,
dove il sole illuminava quello che sembrava il mio futuro...
D'improvviso un nuvolone coprì il sole che credevo non sparisse mai,
ma pur rimanendo fermo sono andato avanti,
anche se non lo sai...
A tastoni ho divagato, chiedendo un pò di volte aiuto,
ho aspettato invano una risposta da chi invece ha poi taciuto...
Son rimasto in un angolo laddove ho immaginato di sentirmi con te,
ma appena avevo il modo fuggivo sul primo treno in corsa, perché
viaggiare mi permette ogni volta di scoprire e esplorare cose nuove...
Viaggiare dopotutto mi serve quando voglio cercare nuove parole...
Tra le promesse e i fallimenti, tra le paure ed i peccati,
tra il bene e il male, il vero e il falso e coloro che alla fine son scappati,
ho potuto ritagliarmi una fetta di mondo con la quale convivere,
e comunque senza mai per un istante perdere quella voglia di tornare a
viaggiare mi permette ogni volta di lasciare andare le mie incertezze...
Viaggiare mi permette di assecondare ogni tipo di passione...
Ma ora che è il momento di andare io posso partire,
e fuori c'è il sole, e splende di luce,
bianca come la libertà, gialla come la vita,
come l'aria fresca di questa mattina...
Vivrò ancora,
se è la vita
che mi chiama...
E adesso che il mio momento è arrivato ormai non mi posso più fermare...
E adesso che posso mostrar me stesso al mondo so chi e cosa ringraziare...
Viaggiare mi ha permesso ogni volta di dimenticare le mie paure...
Viaggiare mi ha permesso di assaporare ogni grado di colore...
E ora che l'istante è perfetto per uscire e cambiare
bianca come la libertà, gialla come la vita,
come l'aria fresca di questa mattina...
Vivrò ancora...
Vivrò ancora...
È tempo di me...
Di me...
Di me...
Di me...
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Seashores
02:55
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Saw you coming from a gravel street
of a seashore,
you were arriving with your family
in a big car,
you then came out in cyan bermuda shorts
and jandals on,
your smile was shining like the sun above...
We couldn't wait to run among the sand,
and getting soaked while crashing towards the waves,
while we were being young, having the time of our lives...
Remembering times when I had fun
on a seashore,
the times I slept on someone else's bed
without thinking,
the days I traveled like a spinning top
mourning your thought,
the night I greeted winely New Year's Eve...
No one could think about what happened next,
having us separated to our end,
but we were going hard, having the time of our lives...
Finally speeding on a motorbike
through a seashore,
our hair blowing in the wind
as we embrace,
the radio is playing our favorite songs,
and together
we sing in karaoke at the pubs...
Now we could watch the sunset disappear,
having a beer and have our eyes so near,
as we are living free, having the time of our lives...
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Palm Street
02:32
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To my own surprise I stumbled
in a whole new world of summer,
where no one is really resting,
and the day lasts more than 24 hours...
To my own surprise I woke up
in a whole brand new experience,
where you constantly go shopping,
and the fun is always 'round the corner...
(So why don't you come here) Where the sun is hot...
(in Palm Street?) Where the sea is fresh...
(Be free) Where you'll be yourself...
(in Palm Street!) You won't forget...
Why Los Angeles? Why Vegas?
Why New York? Why San Francisco?
America alone is not worth it,
you can go searching anywhere, you won't find
nothing so better than this real thing,
something ecstatic and glimsy...
Throw your laziness and come here,
you'll then tell me it was your best choice ever...
(So now what? Just come here) To have fun again...
(in Palm Street!) To be light again...
(Have fun) To then dance again...
(in Palm Street!) You'll never forget...
(Come and get it) To drink beer again...
(in Palm Street!) To see friends again...
(Be free) And to love again...
(in Palm Street!) You'll never forget...
You'll never forget...
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Illusions Of Bliss
03:46
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Here I am again, waiting for a second turn,
still hoping to gain a change of heart to this sunburn...
How silly to seek circumstances bigger than me...
Ingenuous to think time will always fix everything...
My great expectations
are day-by-day reaching their expiration,
so I will be moving away from my
illusions of bliss...
One day I will know things cannot be repeated twice,
how you will know it is how you will be leaving it,
as like my own love, full of dreams and idealisms,
or even my judge, so harsh and so ruthless on me...
My own intuition
is craving the willing to know what's beyond,
but I hold back,
(For I) from going on,
(don't want) and never know
(no more...) these some kind of bliss...
What of us growing wise? What of time passing by?
What of memories trapped in mellow snaps?
All the troubles I met, all the travels I had,
all the places and people I left my heart to
all those shameful conquests, all failures and regrets,
to the times I screwed them all goodbye,
all those jovial times when we greeted in dines...
Now I've nothing to do but look from the outside...
And though I still hope of smiling together again,
and breaking the gap we put each other at our place,
I know in my heart that past can't be brought back to life,
it is what it is, and why should it be otherwise?
The price of the lessons
I learned throughout all these years
has made me much stronger
than every misunderstanding I had,
but it is all...
(And I) I'm coming home...
(won't want) I need no more
(no more...) illusions of bliss...
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