Silvia lo sai [English translation]

The Bologna jersey,

seven days out of seven,

few passes, many dribblings,

many broken window panes.

A mean and boring God,

caught going to doctrine,

like a strict referee whistled

at all the whys.

.. to tell, to do, to kiss.

Eye, this is the ball that can save us.

To save us, instead, were

certain songs

that came from Silvia's radio,

you, seated to look for stations.

How funny was Luca while he was trying

to hold your hand.

I couldn't help making fun of both of you but I understood

that something strange was sprouting.

... and how strange it is to meet you.

Silvia, wait,

wait, I have to talk to you.

Silvia, do you know,

do you know that Luca is still using?

Silvia, do you know,

do you know that Luca is still using?

Silvia who knows,

who knows if you’re still thinking about Luca?

Silvia, do you know,

that Luca is at home being sick?

The professors never asked

if we were happy.

Silvia, you laughed and joked,

Luca, on the other hand, never spoke.

What a scent, Bologna in the evening,

the May evenings.

Luca, what beatings he was getting by the older ones

to show us that he had courage.

... to say, to do, and to kiss

sure, but you can’t stop time.

The other day I found an excuse

so that I could to talk to him.

"Hey, Luca, it’s been a while?"

"Yes, okay, but let me go now."

I didn't think that I had been violent

but he began to tremble,

he looked at me with slightly lifeless eyes,

he could not speak.

... and what do we do, now?

Weren’t we supposed to go far?

Silvia, do you know,

do you know that Luca is still using?

Silvia, do you know,

do you know that Luca is still using?

Silvia who knows,

who knows, if you’re still thinking about Luca?

Silvia, do you know,

that Luca is at home being sick?