Ivano Fossati — Stazione song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Stazione" by Ivano Fossati.
Lyrics
Stazione sotterranea Firenze
da quanto tempo siamo qua
la radio non dice niente
mi sa che per quest’anno non ci si fa
e sto sorridendo amore
che m’aspettavi a cena mesi fa qui manca la luce per ore
a causa dell’umidit?
e mister Franchini
chiss? com'? finito qua
con quei suoi disuguali bambini
chiss? la moglie come sar?
ci s’organizza il lavoro
mancano l’acqua e l’elettricit?
nessuno lo dice ancora
ma insomma non? che non va.
In stazione
in stazione
in stazione.
Chi ha visto sopra
dice che a Roma non si arriva pi?
che non? meglio fuori
tanto che? tornato gi?
seimila chilometri di gallerie
non rendono ottimista neanche me per? la gente qui non fa pazzie
e c'? da chiedersi perch?
ma un italo-americano
beveva perch? soffriva quaggi?
adesso ha un’altra donna
e i figli non li cura pi?
e credo che sto cambiando anch’io.
In stazione
in stazione
in stazione.
E adesso? primavera
o almeno il calendario dice che lo?
ma al popolo dell’eterna sera
non piacciono pi? troppi perch?
e sto sorridendo amore
si dice che il traffico riprender?
lo sai chi ci frega amore
l’umidit?.
In stazione
in stazione
in stazione
in stazione.
Lyrics translation
Underground Station Florence
how long have we been here
the radio says nothing
I think we're not doing this year.
and I'm smiling love
that you were waiting for me at dinner months ago here is missing the light for hours
because of the humidity?
and mister Franchini
who knows? how? finished here
with his Unequal children
who knows? the wife as sar?
we organize the work
lack water and electricity?
no one says it yet
I mean, not? that's wrong.
In Station
in Station
to the station.
Who saw above
you say You don't get to Rome anymore?
what not? better out
so much for what? back already?
six thousand kilometers of tunnels
don't they make me optimistic either? people here don't do anything crazy.
and c'? to wonder why?
but an Italian-American
did he drink perch? did he suffer here?
now he has another woman
and the children don't care anymore?
and I think I'm changing, too.
In Station
in Station
to the station.
And now? spring
or at least the calendar says it?
but to the people of the eternal evening
don't they like pi? too many perch?
and I'm smiling love
it is said that traffic resume?
you know who we care about love
the humidity?.
In Station
in Station
in Station
to the station.