Telefonami tra vent'anni [English translation]

Phone me in twenty years

Now I don't know what to tell you

My love I don't know how to answer you

And I don't want to understand you.

Instead think of me in twenty years think of me

Me, with a whiter beard

And a bag in my hand

By road racer

And the sunglasses

Staying still in any place in the world

Who knows where

Among billions and billions people

Slack-Jawed with no words

seing a hot air balloon

going up slowly

And deletes from memories

All the past

The lines on the hand

Meanwhile from upper side a sound

like a prolonged sound

The just born thought

Comes closer and comes down

Ah, I'd be an asshole,

That one who watches too much TV!

Well, sometimes I've been so

The important is having the control of the situation

Don't worry

We have enough time to change

So, think again about me in twenty years, think again about me

Dressed like a matador

With a cake in my hand

My ear pointed at the sky

Towards that distant sound

But, here it comes closer

By jumping we reached the year 2K

At the door of the universe

The main thing is not to reach it in line

But everyone in a different way

Each one by his own means

Perhaps getting there into pieces

By an old road racer

With sunglasses

And the heart in the bag.

Learn by heart the number

Then write it on your skin

If you're calling in twenty years

Throw the numbers to the stars

At the door of the universe

A phone rings every evening

Under a sky made of all the stars

Of a scary spring.