La Sera Dei Miracoli

It's the evening of miracles, pay attention
someone in the alleys of Rome
with their mouth tears apart a song.
It's the evening of dogs talking among themselves
about the moon about to fall
and people run to the squares to go see
this evening so sweet you could drink it
to pass by a hundred thousand in a stadium
such a strange and deep evening that even the radio says it
indeed broadcasts it
so dark it stains the sheets.
It's the hour of miracles that confuses me
I seem to hear the noise of a ship on the waves.
The city moves with the squares and gardens and people in bars
drifts and goes away, even without current it will walk
but tonight it flies, its sails on the houses are a thousand sheets.
There are also the delinquents
you shouldn't be afraid but just be a little careful.
Two by two the lovers
untie the sails like pirates
and in the midst of this sea I will try to discover which star you are
because I would lose myself if I had to understand that you're not here tonight.
It's the night of miracles, pay attention
someone in the alleys of Rome
has written a song.
Far away a light becomes bigger and bigger
in the night that is about to end
and the ship that returns,
to take us to sleep.