Molto Largo

Lungo e disteso t'hanno trovato
Con quattro colpi piantati nel petto
A tradimento t'hanno sparato
Senza neanche darti il sospetto.

Ora tu giaci senza le scarpe
Dentro a un cespuglio di biancospino
Mentre sul mare vanno le barche
Che ti ricordano fin da bambino.

Qualcuno corre già nella via
Mentre passando la polizia
Porta il tuo corpo ormai senza vita
Alla tua casa ancora assopita.

"Quel giorno il paese si svegliava come sempre, come tutti i giorni, al rintocco del mattutino, con le prime
Donne sedute sui gradini delle loro case, con le reti stese ad asciugare, con il primo odore di pane, con le voci
Dei contadini nei campi, e il mare in lontananza, che ascolta, e racconta".

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They found you stretched at full length
With four bullets planted in your chest
They shot you treacherously
They didn't let you suspect anything

Now you're laying without your shoes
In a hawthorn bush
While the boats that remember you since you were a child are sailing on the sea

Somebody's already running down the alley
While the police passing by
Carry your body without life
To your house still asleep

As soon as your relatives see you
They begin to cry and to mourn
Your father set off
with his double-barrelled gun
He runs panting for vengeance

Of course he knows the killer
And he's already waiting for him
at the crossroad
And when the killer passes along the ditch
He shoot him into the face and so be it

Then in the village white of sun
Your funeral silently streams
People cry, the violets blossom
And a girl get sick

They put you into the ground
In front of the sea
Your first love
You can't do nothing with your past
For you the hours do not run anymore

How many hopes how many illusions
You had on this world
They killed you without a reason
As they would have killed a soldier in war

They found you stretched at full length
With four bullets planted in your chest
You thought you were almost immortal
But you died in a common way
When you were just sixteen

You were my best friend
I remember all of you
This morning I woke up early
Because I couldn't sleep
And walking again over
your last day's steps

I'm on the beach and I'm staring at the boats
That come back with the lights off

You were coming back in the morning
After a night of fish and stars
I remember your face
That vein on your forehead
That just in that moment
Was beating a little bit harder

On that day our village was awakening
As ever, as every day
With the early women sitting
on their home's stairs
With the fishing-nets stretched to dry
With the first smell of bread
With the voices of the peasants in the fields…