•lyrics written in Italian by a group of 8 young people and 12 adults
•translated into English by Salvatore Filella
•recorded in Italian by Ivo Zambello
On the glacier that the
sun was burning
a day they waited in
front of the mountain
top
The old man’s sandwich
and the child’s toast
Tell me old man
you that
know a
thing or
two
to be a man
with the life
in his own
hands
Must I just eye
Must I just eye
or be able to
play, too?
or be able to
play, too?
The snow you can see
under your feet
Suddenly melts and let
you surprised
So things go when they
come from above.
If you spoke with
clearer words
the life that
grows in my own
hands would be
a race without
too many falls
The
rightness
you feel
inside you
nobody offers it
on a silver plate
You are the one
who must catch it
if you
want to
be happy
Is it really sad to
eat everyday
the dust arisen
from the
past of a
man?
If that is life…thank
you so much, good
man.
Sad the evening
and sad the setting
were coming down
the twos from the
high mountain
The old man’s sandwich
and the child’s toast
The end

Apprentice man 20feb13