Una Finestra Aperta

From an open window
I've been watching time pass by,
I go down your streets
which are new for my old shoes
they were looking for flowers
I didn't find the flowers
but gestures that draw my hands
From an open window
I've been watching myself pass by.

But what noises are those
that arise and assault my ear?
but what is my son doing
playing in Italian in the market?
I was looking for songs
I didn't find the songs
but new words to read the past
but what noises are those
that arise and then don't seem strange anymore?

That sun this morning
might take away the cold of memories,
I have the days in front of my eyes
instead the night in another latitude
I wanted to leave
leaving is not allowed
meanwhile I will make your lighthouse my time.
That sun this morning,
might take away the winter cold.

I am a bird of the flock
that writes with wings on the blue sheet.
I chase spring for a living,
the lover flees from me
when I ask for a seed.
Fly, fly illusion and
take us where the horizon is born
that sun this morning
might take away the cold of memories