VERTIGO

Vertigo

I will get postcards from abroad,
worn out and tender, sending kisses, regards.

How's everybody? I miss you.

Time passes so fast...

We will be other people, we will be older,
and when I finally get to see myself in your mirror,
I hope to at least recognize myself,
to remind me of who I am today.

Those hands, that woman
that winter in which it didn't stop raining,
forgive me for being so late,
I hope I can find a way to make it up to you.

You look so pretty, I'll buy you a coffee,
the afternoon is ours, undress me.
After the lightning I used to tell you: "I will always
gather flowers in your belly".

Another man will sleep with you
and he will name all your children.
Come, get closer to me,
let me see you,
because other springs
will take you far away from me.

Vertigo, may the world stop,
the journey seems so short.
Will you listen to me, will you look for me,
when I get lost
and no longer points to the North
the North Star?

During the cold mornings in college,
you almost always escaped with me to the cantine,
and I got mad at you if you prefered
the classroom to my company.

Empty bottles on the table,
it's so healthy making you smile,
and now let's change the world outside, my friend,
because you've already changed mine.

What will I do when I search for you in the classroom
and my echo replies me when I call your name?
Others will come and tell me
that you left,
that you grew weary
of waiting.

Vertigo, may the world stop,
the journey seems so short.
Will you listen to me, will you look for me,
when I get lost
and no longer points to the north
the North Star?

And the hoarseness, the treacherous nerves,
that attack me before each concert,
old songs, old verses,
that I wish still retain some echo.

Brothers, comrades, I wish in the future
to be a good man and not to betray you.
May the vertigo be gone and in your windows
may the sun shine every morning.

But no more wailing,
let's drink, it's the right time,
all of us are here,
nobody's missing,
let's drink up
the night that just got started.

Vertigo, may the world stop,
the journey seems so short.
Will you listen to me, will you look for me,
when I get lost
and no longer points to the north
the North Star?