Guccini Francesco
Miscellaneous
Emilia
Emilia (Francesco Guccini)
The Alps, as we know, are a wall of stone
a confused dam, they make a clean sweep
for us who down here, far, further down
we have the house
The house and our feet in this clearing
of sun that tears the frogs' throats
of fog compact rough stretch
that looks like bread
And a road as old as man
marked at the edges by the chatter of a cathedral
and the false adventurer rivers that transform the Po Valley
in sailors who are not real
Emilia of faces among the fields and meadows
lagoons and dugout canoes, and the eternal sea
warriors from the North with pinstripe hair
you have seen them pass by
br/>Emilia stretched between the elm tree and the vineyard
turned to look for that missing sea
and the Apennine mountain telling a secret
becomes a giant
Along the road, between a square and a cathedral
you gave birth to this kind of man
true open fake strange
closed Verdian anarchist
ugly race, the Emilian!
Emilia dreaming among today and tomorrow
of cyclists, luxury and dance halls
Emilia of faces, of shouts, of hands
it will be a great pleasure
Seeing the future from a distant world
down here on Earth a patch of green
and feel my heart beating more slowly
in there it gets lost
Now I say goodbye to you, it's almost evening and it's getting late
you go to live or to sleep
from Las Vegas to Piacenza
Headlights for kilometers blind you stubbornly
but I feel that you have patience
you still have to put up with us.
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