Zone Depresse
Franco Battiato
Depressed Areas
On Sunday afternoons
in the summer,
depressed areas.
Women under the pergolas chatting and seeking shelter from the sun,
men sitting outside the cafes.
Then the end came one day for us;
give me some wine with Idrolitina.
Issues, life differences, depressed areas.
From the barber on Saturdays to chat and take turns reading the newspaper.
The girls at home or out on the balconies;
you still give me shy erections; I secretly watched the gym lessons in your school.
Two steps forward, two steps back,
to the right to the left,
on the contrary,
take a spin on oneself. Stop.
