Vecchio Scarpone
Luciano Tajoli
Old Boot
Up there, in a dusty closet,
Among a thousand things that are no longer needed,
I saw, a little worn out and disappointed,
A dear friend from my youth.
Some blades of grass,
With dried mud
Still seemed to be preserved among the nails,
It was a military boot.
Old boot how much time has passed
How many illusions you make me relive.
How many songs on your step I sang
That I can't forget.
Over the dunes of the endless desert,
Along the shores caressed by the sea,
For days and nights I walked with you
Without resting.
Up there, among the white peaks
Of eternal snow immaculate in the sun,
We picked alpine stars
To make a gift to a distant love.
Old boot, like a distant time,
In the mud,
With the rain and the sun,
Perhaps you would know, if destiny wanted, to walk again.
Old boot how much time has passed
How many illusions you make me relive.
How many songs on your step I sang
That I can't forget.
Over the dunes of the endless desert,
Along the shores caressed by the sea,
For days and nights I walked with you
Without resting.
Up there, among the white peaks
Of eternal snow immaculate in the sun,
We picked alpine stars
To make a gift to a distant love.
Old boot, like a distant time,
In the mud,
With the rain and the sun,
Perhaps you would know, if destiny wanted, to walk again.
Old boot, you make me relive
My youth.
