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Translation
Music and Me
The wind running over Genova,
blew into my accordion.
Gently, my music came out,
and, deep inside my heart, solitude.
How was I? How was I?
I was so different, being used to
telling everything to the clouds.
From a courtyard with no trees,
my concert got away.
From my house, it flew away.
Fairy tale days and then,
the light ended and I don't know how that happened.
God found me here.
A cold wind turned the pages
of this story without miracles.
I still remember my pointless days,
my mistakes, never forgiven.
But there was... music!
The most bitter days I ever had:
there was no friend still believing in me.
But now, I'm here,
and I believe in me, in what I've got,
and I have got one more thing:
love.
Alright, it's not so much
in this discouraged world.
In this discouraged world.
Raniero✕
Umberto Bindi: Top 3
| 1. | Il mio mondo |
| 2. | Il nostro concerto |
| 3. | Arrivederci |
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