Barco Quieto

Don't go, I beg you
From this house of ours where we have lived
What nostalgia can take you
If from the window we don't see the sea
And outside the city cries so much loneliness

Everything tires, everything passes
And one regrets being at home
And suddenly looks out to a corner
To look with pity at his heart
And outside the city cries so much loneliness

Don't go, stay
That we are already back from everything
And this house is our way of being

So many talks, so much life
So many evenings with the smell of food
They are a familiar eternity
That in just one day cannot change
And outside the city cries so much loneliness

These walls, these doors
Are not fake, they are our soul
Still boat, inner dwelling
That living we made just like love
And outside the city cries so much loneliness

Don't go, stay
That we are already back from everything
And this house is our way of being