P.F.M. - Storia di un minuto

Introduzione / Introduction

Impressioni di Settembre / Impressions of September

How many drops of dew around me,
I look for the Sun but it isn't there...
The country still sleeps, maybe not,
it's awake, it looks at me, I don't know.
Already the smell of the soil, smell of grain,
comes up slowly to me
and life beats slow in my chest,
it breaths the fog, I think to you.
How much green all around and even further,
the grass seems almost a sea,
and my thought flies and goes light
I'm almost afraid it gets lost...

A horse stretches its neck to the lawn
it stands like me:
I make a step, it sees me, it's already
run away...
I breathe the fog, I think to you.
No, what am I now I don't know
I'm a man, a man in search of himself
no, what am I now I don't know
I'm alone, only the sound of my step...
But in the meantime the Sun already leaks in the fog:
the day as always it will be.

E' festa / It's celebration

It's celebration

As always it's the celebration
of a light bird that goes
as always it's the celebration
of whom is.

Dove... Quando... / Where... When

Where are you staying? Where are you?
only inside of me.
What do you do? How are you being?
Only inside of me.
Inventing you here and there
is an old game by now:
it already knocks
the hurry of you.
What would I do my love,
what smile will you have?
From your yes's and your no's
what will I learn?
Serene princess from Heaven that I shall have.
It already knocks
the hurry of you.

La carrozza di Hans / Hans' carriage

Look, seek
run far away,
fly...
Hans the merchant
waits far,
fly...
Little man
lord of the world
go...
The carriage already waits
don't stop,
go on the coach-box and go
don't turn yourself back,
blow a coachman's horn,
shine the king's garment;
it's Hans' carriage.
Roads and roads you'll run,
without counting,
skies and skies you'll end,
you can fly,
blow a coachman's horn,
shine the king's garment;
it's Hans' carriage.

Grazie davvero / Really thanks

It already rains:
let it rain softly,
it rains on me;
the day comes it comes softly,
quiet here at me,
it already rains.
It already sounds on the pond,
it falls with no age
On the colours it softly plays
the ageless water.
Let it rain on a world to live
let it rain on a day that's here
it rains on the time that shall come.
Really thanks for living
thanks for the day that's here
thanks for the time that shall come.
It already rains it rains softly,
it rains on me:
the day comes, it comes softly,
quiet here at me:
it shall rain.