L'ottava nota

Perchè quando sento questa canzone, mi commuovo e penso ad un dolce tempo che non c'è più e che purtroppo non potrà tornare.

Dedicato alle mie figlie, troppo ormai lontane dal ricordo di essere due piccole bambine....

Slipping Through My Fingers

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness

And I have to sit down for a while

The feeling that I'm losing her forever

And without really entering her world

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter

That funny little girl

Slipping through my fingers all the time

I try to capture every minute

The feeling in it

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Do I really see what's in her mind

Each time I think

I'm close to knowing she keeps on growing

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table

Barely awake, I let precious time go by

Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling

And a sense of guilt I can't deny

What happened to the wonderful adventures

The places I had planned for us to go  

Well, some of that we did but most we didn't

And why I just don't know***

Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture
And save it from the funny tricks of time
Slipping through my fingers...

Slipping through my fingers all the time

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning
Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile...

***** Qualcosa insieme abbiamo fatto, ma il più non l'abbiamo fatto e non so spiegarmi il perchè........Mi scivola via tra le dita continuamente.....Cerco di catturare ogni momento.........Mi scivola via tra le dita continuamente.............