“Non Me Lo So Spiegare” from the album Centoundici
This is a song that he wrote back in May 2000. He pushed for it to be on his first album, but they refused, and at the time he thought he was the only person who liked the song. It was a struggle to even get it on his second album, and then it was another battle to have it released as a single. Really crazy considering it became one of his biggest and most recognisable hits.
When I first started trying to understand his lyrics, native Italians were always telling me that many of the lines in his songs don’t make sense, and especially this song and “Sere Nere” were used as examples. But I don’t think it’s that bad… playing with language is a good thing!
English translation of “Non Me Lo So Spiegare”:
“I Can’t Figure It Out”
I miss that atmosphere a little
Or simply the whiteness of your back
And that clock wasn’t moving
It always stayed still from morning to night
Like me, it was pinning you down
I don’t ever cry for you
I won’t do anything like that
Yes, I admit, I think of you a little
But I distance myself
You don’t move me anymore
I was just thinking how useless it is to talk nonsense
And to believe I’m feeling fine when it’s winter and you
Remove your warm hands
You don’t hug me and you keep telling me that I’m grown up
You remind me that I come to life again in many things
Houses, books, cars, journeys, newspaper pages
That even if I’m not worth anything, at least to you
I allow you to dream
And if you feel like it, to let you go
Excuse me, you know, I’d never want to annoy you
But could you tell me how this will end?
I can’t figure it out
I can’t figure it out
The middle of the night and the full moon
Offered us only the atmosphere
But I loved it and I still do
Each detail is air that I miss
And if I stay like this, it may be spring
But the excuse doesn’t work anymore, no
I was just thinking how useless it is to talk nonsense
And to believe I’m feeling fine when it’s winter and you
Remove your warm hands
You don’t hug me and you keep telling me that I’m grown up
You remind me that I come to life again in many things
Houses, books, cars, journeys, newspaper pages
That even if I’m not worth anything, at least to you
I allow you to dream
I was just thinking how useless it is to talk nonsense
And to believe I’m feeling fine when it’s winter and you
Remove your warm hands
You don’t hug me and you keep telling me that I’m grown up
You remind me that I come to life again in many things
Houses, books, cars, journeys, newspaper pages
That even if I’m not worth anything, at least to you
I allow you to dream
And if you feel like it, to let you go
Excuse me, you know, I’d never want to annoy you
But could you tell me how this will end?
But could you tell me how this will end?
Sure… but could you tell me how this will end?
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