But you were on an interregional train heading to Milan
There the people on the street were hurrying
Driven by an incomprehensible anxiety to get home
In your street there is the illuminated statue of the Virgin Mary
Father, son and the holy spirit on the overpass
Between sacred scriptures and road maps
You felt the peace coming out of the windows of my house
You wanted to breathe the air of Milan slowly
Where everything is messier, everything is clearer
And you reached the end of the line as if you were on the moon
I will remember you half naked that night in Bovisa
Under an unlucky star you were the brightest
You were happy when you left home without apologizing
When you decided to take the plunge, the sea opened up
They are not those of this city
Don't confuse our short lives
You remember the square behind the house where you danced alone
The monument to the fallen, who died for us on the hill
You were so magical and so insecure
With a cheap guitar you opened up your rib cage
You looked blessed, you looked like an addict
When you sang the city remained silent
But then I saw you smiling on the cover of a newspaper
On the radio, on television I heard you
They are not those of this city
Don't confuse our illusions
You reached the end of the line like you were on the moon
I will remember you half naked that night in Bovisa
Under an unlucky star you were the brightest
You were happy when you left home
And the sea opened to let you pass
They are not those of this city
Don't confuse our short lives