Eros Ramazzotti - Eros Ramazzotti, Adelio Cogliati
(unofficial english version) DEAR (SHE) PROFESSOR I DON’T KNOW WHY BUT AFTER SO MUCH TIME I STILL THINK ABOUT YOU MAYBE BECAUSE I’VE GOT THE IMPRESSION THAT THE EXAMS NEVER END FOR ME
DO YOU REMEMBER ANDREA MONTI? HE WAS THE GOOD ONE THE ONE I COPIED - HE WRITES THAT HE GOES THROUGH TIRING DAYS HE SAYS THAT HE FILLS IN QUESTIONNAIRES AND MEANWHILE HE SELLS AT THE DOOR BUT NOT ON SQUARES, HE DOESN’T CONTEST ANYMORE...
AND I THINK ABOUT A MOVIE THEATHRE AT THE END OF THAT STREET ABOUT AN ARM AROUND THE NECK ABOUT THIS CHLOROPHYLL TASTE OF KISSES OF THE LAST ROW AND I THINK ABOUT LUCIA... OF THE LAST ROW
AND LUCIA, SWIVEL-EYED, WHO KNOWS WHERE SHE IS WITH ALL HER PROBLEMS SHE COULDN’T GET THROUGH AT ALL WITH NUMBERS LIKE ME SHE LOVED SOFT POETICAL SNOW-SHOWERS IN EVERY SENSE...
WHAT’S LEFT OVER OF THOSE YEARS OF OUR GREAT FUTURE OUR SO GREAT FUTURE THAT SWALLOW US UP JUST BEFORE THE LATEST HOUR... THE LATEST HOUR
DEAR PROFESSOR I KNOW THAT YOU DON’T SEE YOUR SON ANYMORE LIKE I DO BY THE WAY AND ALL MY FRIENDS ARE SPREAD LIKE ANNOTATIONS OF LIFE AND TELL ME HOW MANY POINTS YOU’D GIVE TO THOSE THAT CANNOT MAKE THEMSELVER CLEAR