I'm here again with my bag
Along this way without name
After the umpteenth quarrel
About nothing that really care

Paint your breath on my breast
Draw your thoughts on the nape of my neck
Write along the edge of my groin
Mark a course, make me understand
How I could reach you...

CHORUS
A Map of you
It could be so useful for me
So I'd not chose the wrong way
A Map of you
Could help me not to waste the time
That I could spend all with you

I'm carrying only my boots
Of my umbrella... the frame...
Under this rain that can wash away
Everything but not, not the pain

Tatoo your feelings on my back
Knot my hair so that I cannot forget
The route that you'll have mapped out on my skin
That'll lead my soul to you...

CHORUS
A Map of you...

Please don't take a long time
Don't doubt, try to decide
Let a chance to our lives
Our lives absent-mindedly wise
Wisely to live...

CHORUS
A Map of you...

Angels get their wings, early in the morning,
Brush their teeth, comb their curls, a bit of gloss on lips,
They twirl, twirl... Birds sing, sing... I think, think of you
Fishers set sail, mantled in a veil,
The fog of dawn, softness foam, siren song and
Good will signs, signs... The rhythm of time, time...
That I put in rhyme, rhyme... When I kiss you

Give me red roses, keep all your promises, invite me to dance,
we take the chance, to walk hand in hand,
to watch a magnificent sunset, an incurable romantic...
an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic...It's me

Playing blind man's buff, I have smelt some puffs,
From a cigar, lies are far, life can be so hard, without a smile, smiles...
That make me feel alive, alive... and force me to recognize... that I love you

Give me red roses, keep all your promises, invite me to dance,
we take the chance to listen to Ravel,
to have supper by candlelight, an incurable romantic...
an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic...It's me
… embrace me when I sleep and dry all the tears I cry for a sad film,
Buy me candy floss, tell me our love would last for ever...
an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic... an incurable romantic...It's me

You brought me to that shop and I heard Chopin
You bought me a sugar rose I was enraptured
Enchanted by the colours of the shelves full of so many sugar-drops
Addicted to the flavour of a chocolate locomotive

and I saw a … Gibigianna,

Gibigianna is the flash from a mirror that blinks here and there
Dancing Samba on my arms then it jumps in your eyes
makes them bright like the stars above us

Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the spite of a light that can hide here and there
Playing Rumba on your cheeks then it jumps in my mouth
so it fills my heart with joy and love

You tought me just four Russian words, you made me laugh
I caught my foot and quickly you held me up
Abandoned in your arms I felt we'd been the dancers of a carillon
Lighted with the reflections of million mirror tesserae....

These Magical Joints

Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the flash from a mirror that blinks here and there
Dancing Samba on my arms then it jumps in your eyes
makes them bright like the stars above us

Gibigianna, Gibigianna is the spite of a light that can hide here and there
Playing Rumba on your cheeks then it jumps in my mouth
so then fills my heart with joy and love

Dipingo con la mente sagome, interpretano sogni e musiche
me...
Baratto le opinioni i ma e i se, mi perdo in labirinti di perché
te... mi perdo te...

Eppure io, mi scopro fragile
Eppure io, mi sento inutile

Raccolgo passi ed inquietudine, distratta soffro di altitudine
che male c'è...
Ritaglio un orizzonte dentro me, non trovo più alcun senso e un limite

Eppure io, sono una debole
Eppure io, rincorro nuvole...

E strappo petali dal cuore e mi domando questo è amore... amore
E bevo lacrime di sole cercando solo del calore e amore...

Eppure io, vivo una vita futile
Eppure io, volteggio con le aquile...

Libero il cuore senza rancore senza te
Libero il cuore senza dolore senza te

Eppure io...........
Eppure io, non mangio fragole...

Me ne vado di qua con i miei piedi sporchi
E dall’erba son già le mie impronte nascoste
Questo è il grande piacere che io provo nel sentire
La freschezza e il potere delle cose più vere
Delle cose sincere e di questo… godere

Me le porto con me nelle mie tasche vuote
Quattro foglie di te ed il vento dell’ovest
Che mi spinge lontano oltre il sacro e il profano
Dove ancora ha un valore una stretta di mano
E il rispetto è più caro senza il vile… denaro

E allora vieni con me
Girando dentro un mondo che non c’è
Ce lo inventiamo io e te
Avrà tutti i colori dei fiori
e quei sapori dei frutti e delle cose… uniche

Che ci faccio io qua, col cappello a tre quarti
Me ne frego se là c’è qualcuno che ride
Delle mie stravaganze delle rughe e le grinze
Che ora segnan le guance ma racchiudon l’essenze
Dei miei anni vissuti senza finte… sostanze

E allora vieni con me
Girando dentro un mondo che non c’è
Ce lo inventiamo io e te
Avrà tutti i colori dei fiori
e quei sapori dei frutti e delle cose… uniche (2v)

me ne vado di qua con i miei piedi sporchi…

It’s the blue of the sky that explodes me inside
The clouds scatter all around my heart
It’s rowing in this gold lake in the silence of my mind
Along the shores Weeping Willows smile

And I, I, I…
A dragonfly alights on my knee tickling with her wings
And I, I, I…
Where is my kite? I let it go ‘cause I don’t like bonds
Ah, ah, ah ah ah …

It’s the sweetness of this grape that explodes in my mouth
The juicy pulp delights my papillae
It’s the turbolent pink of the flowers of Peech-Trees
Bloom among my long and dense eyelashes

And I, I, I…
A butterfly alights on my ear whispering some melodies
And I, I, I…
Where’s my balloon? I let it go ‘cause I don’t like bonds
Ah, ah, ah ah ah…

That’s why I leave, I can’t stop here
Even if these cookies are so sweet
I take with me these handful of years
And some colored, little, glass stones
In my pocket with a hole
To lose what I need not…

And I, I, I…
A ladybug alights on my finger throwing me off balance
And I, I, I…
Where is my ring? It’s on the table …
‘cause I don’t like bonds
Ah, ah, ah ah ah…

Another sweet embrace, a bit of grace…
We raise our glass to God, and say… hello

We’re entangled in a stupid phrase:” such being the case”
We trust in tales, don’t care about what people say,
rumours that we delate with a blow…

Another roll of days, to learn your face
Then you’ll come back to them…
with our thoughts we dare…eh ehr…

We plan to buy a tree, to decorate for Christmas
Pretending to live together, a second home, another chance…

Another wrong… another wrong love, another song… for you
Another rose… that I’ll… make dry and hide among the pages of my wacky life

Another sorrow that I decide to feel by choosing to love you in spite…
In other words, I’ll learn to love in other way, nothing in return…
Another lonely night, the cold sheets on your side
In silence I will cry, and I won’t tell you why…

Another road where the footsteps are only mine
Another root to cut, just not to cause pain…

If not to me… I can bear this…
A row of firs…I leave behind my shoulders
A love that'll inevitably end in … another song…

He's crying that little baby in his cradle all alone
A light switches on and a mother is just ready to give love
Sweet milk, strong warm embrace
hush, hush little baby don't say a word

Here it comes the dawn (3t)

He's driving for all the night along some desert roads the truck-driver alone
suddenly acrossed a roe, he wondered where it's gonna go?!
Blue light, slow love songs
hush hush tired man don't give up soon you'll be at home

Here it comes the dawn (3t)

CHORUS
In the close mesh of this stray existence
Everyone of us need a hearth to come back
Here it comes the dawn
And still we trust and want a tomorrow...
and it comes the dawn

She's playing with all her energies she sings to remain in memories
telling about her secret stories dancing all night long till three
High heels red gloss lipstick
hush hush candy face, believe, your dreams will come true..

Here it comes the dawn (3t)

CHORUS
In the close mesh of this stray existence
Everyone of us need a hearth to come back
Here it comes the dawn
And still we trust and want a tomorrow... (2t)
and it comes the dawn

… to what I am
Every page of my story has got a number, a dog-ear
Every word first untold left maybe consciously in blank…
Now it’s written, has a meaning, a scrawl
Defining the events, (you) can read them again
‘Cause you’ve not ashamed to show your eyes of pain…

‘Cause it comes a time when
Now or never, with hindsight, in spite of all
Things go back to their places
Birds go back to their nests
Answers back to their questions
And me… to what I am

Every picture of my story has some colors, a jam stain
Every page first skipped left maybe consciously in blank…
Now it’s drawn, has some figures, a dog-ear
Defining the events, (you) can see them again
‘Cause you’re not afraid to meet your eyes of rain…

‘Cause it comes a time when
Now or never, with hindsight, in spite of all
Things go back to their places
Shells echo their seas
Answers join up to their questions
And me… and me… to what I am

Every chapter of my story has got a sense, a torn page
Every picture first avoided left maybe consciously in blank
Now it’s complete, has some episodes, a jam stain…
Defining the events, (you) can live them again
‘Cause you’re not afraid anymore to live by your own way

Things go back to their places
You go back to your fishing rods
Answers back to their questions
And me… who cares of me…
… to what I am

I sketch in my mind some unknown shadows
They play my dreams, my melodies, my world
me...
I barter my opinions with 'but' and 'if'
I lose myself in labyrinthes of 'whys'
you... I'm loosing you...

And still I... I ought to recognize...
that still I... I am so fragile...

I gather lots of steps and restlessness...
I suffer from sea-sickness, dizziness
What's wrong with this?!

I cut out an horizon inside myself
I can't find any limits, any sense...

And still I… I am so full of doubts...
And still I... still run after the clouds...

And I tear petals from my heart...
And I wonder if this is love... true love?!
And I drink hot tears of the sun
Looking for some warmth just a path to love...

And still, still I... I live a futile life...
And still I... I'm where the eagles fly...

I set free my heart from grudge and rage
Set it free from you...
I set free my heart from your fears and weakness
Free from you...

And still, still I …

It was the whiteness
of the hawthorn
that dazzled her eyes,
tickling her nostrils

It was the kindness
of the mulberries
that caressed her lips
brightening her smile

That reminds me of an Easter day
Ma was there
Rice and lamb, jute and rope
ladytulips and ears of wheat
and children … we're playing
Sacks race

It was the sharpness
Of the cotton-boll
that hurt her thumb
wiping her blood

It was the loudness
of her laugh
that urged me to run
and win Francesco

That reminds me of an Easter day
Ma was there
Rice and lamb, jute and rope
ladytulips and ears of wheat
and children … we're playing
Sacks race