Magari -



Magari toccasse a me
Prendermi cura dei giorni tuoi
Svegliarti con un caffè
E dirti che non invecchi mai
Sciogliere i nodi dentro di te
Le più ostinate malinconie
...Magari!
 
Magari toccasse a me
Ho esperienze e capacità
Trasformista per vocazione
Per non morire che non si fa
Puoi fidarti a lasciarmi il cuore
Nessun dolore lo sfiorirà
...Magari!
 
Magari toccasse a me
Un po' di quella felicità
...Magari!
Saprò aspettare te
Domani e poi domani
E poi domani
 
Io come un ombra ti seguirò
La tenerezza è il talento mio
Non ti deluderò
La giusta distanza io
Sarò come tu mi vuoi
Ho un certo mestiere anch'io
Mi provi, mi provi
 
Idraulico, cameriere
All'occorrenza mi do da fare
Non mi spaventa niente
Tranne competere con l'amore
Ma questa volta dovrò riuscirci
Guardarti in faccia senza arrossire
...Magari!
 
Se tu mi conoscessi
Certo che non mi negheresti due ali
Che ho un gran disordine nella mente
E solo tu mi potrai guarire
...Rimani!
 
Io sono pronto a fermarmi qui
Il cielo vuole così
Prendimi al volo e poi
Non farmi cadere più
Da questa altezza sai
Non ci si salva mai
 
Mi ami?
...Magari!
Mi ami?
...Magari!

Maybe


Maybe it was my turn
To take care of your days
To wake you up with coffee
And to tell you that you're never getting old
To untie the knots in you
The most stubborn melancholies
...Maybe!
 
Maybe it was my turn
I have experience and skills
A changing artist by vocation
In order to not die
You can trust me, leave your heart to me
No pain will touch it
...Maybe!
 
Maybe it was my turn
To a bit of that happiness
...Maybe!
I'll know to wait for you
Tomorrow and than tomorrow
And tomorrow
 
Like a shadow I'll follow you
Tenderness is my talent/gift
I will not let you down
The right distance I
Will be as you want me to be
I have a certain job too
I'm trying, I'm trying
 
A plumber, a waiter
If necessary, I find something to do
Nothing scares me
Except competing with love
But this time I'll do it
I'll look you in the face without blushing
...Maybe!
 
If you'd know me
For sure, you would not deny me two wings
There's such a great disorder in my mind
And only you could heal me
...Stay!
 
I am ready to stop here
The sky wants it this way
Take me flying and then
Don't make me fall anymore
From this height, you know
You can never be saved
 
Do you love me?
...Maybe!
Do you love me?
...Maybe

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