Mi manca [English translation]

I wanted to talk to you.

I don't even know what to tell you...

About the doors made of t-shirts?

Or about Sergio who doesn't get married?

I wanted to play with you

«Who spits further»,

To break glass in factories,

To make anyone yell at us.

Ah, it's so boring to be grown-ups,

To go to birthday parties and talk

About money, about someone's children.

Ah...

It's late and I have to go now.

And I miss waiting for summer,

Buying colourful candies,

And I miss the road, we two on bicycles.

I miss myself, I miss you.

And I miss a beautiful song,

Paying something with the figurines,

And I miss a ballpoint pen in my teeth.

I miss myself, I miss you.

Do you miss me and do you miss yourself?

I wanted to talk to you.

You remember it, your first balloon,

It stopped under the cars,

Though it could fly with the wind.

You don't know how much I want to play

And, also, to cry and to blow my nose,

Then to dive into the highest grass,

To go home, covered in grass.

Ah, instead, we're already grown-ups,

With duty to give answers, to sign and not to be made of stone.

Ah, I still love you.

And I miss waiting for summer,

Buying colourful candies,

I miss the road, we two on bicycles.

I miss myself, I miss you.

And I miss a beautiful song,

Paying something with the figurines,

And I miss a ballpoint pen in my teeth.

I miss myself, I miss you.

Do you miss me and do you miss yourself?

I wanted to talk to you.

I don't even know what to tell you...

And I miss waiting for summer,

Buying colourful candies,

And I miss the road, we two on bicycles.

I miss myself, I miss you.

And I miss a beautiful song,

Stealing 500 lire from my mother,

And I miss a ballpoint pen in my teeth.

I miss myself, I miss you.

Do you miss me and do you miss yourself?

I don't remember it anymore...