Io e la musica [English translation]

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.