Amedeo Minghi "STORIA DI UN UOMO SOLO" translated from Italian to English

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My friends, allow me to insert another sad, melodicous and love song of Amedeo Minghi... Taken from the album "L'ALTRA FACCIA DELLA LUNA" ("The other side of the moon") released in the year 2002, a very heartaching song titled "STORIA DI UN UOMO SOLO" ("A tale of a lonely man") that I would also dedicate to a girl who had gone away from so many time but I still miss her... Here is the audio on youtube...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bt_x-s3QzmI

And the original lyrics in Italian and following the English translation... Enjoy !!!

Festa di compleanno,
e non so come stai
e'gia' passato un anno e un cuore esatto
ma e'cosi', perche e'cosi'...
Scivolo troppo in fretta
fra amici che non vedo piu'
ridono stando attenti alle parole
ma e'cosi', perche'e'cosi'...

Storia di un uomo solo
che pensa ancora a te
l'unica che vorrei vedere
ma qui non c'e'...

Festa di compleanno,
manca la tua poesia
senza le rose le essenze le pose a me assenti
mancano, e' cosi'
perche'e'cosi'...
Dire che sembravi mia
negli attimi che sai
chi vive solo di speranze
non vive mai...

Ma davvero distanti persi nel mondo non lo saremo mai
siamo chiodi di ferro nella mente che perdono non ha
Come tutta la gente piena di intenti lacrime piangero'
come spine dolenti su quel tempo che per noi si fermo'...

Siamo poveri cristi che indifferenti ancora si inseguono
E'il destino di vivere nei sogni che una fine non ha
Ma davvero distanti persi nel mondo non lo saremo mai
Siamo spine dolenti di quel tempo che per noi si fermo'...

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A birthday feast,
And I don't know how you are
It has been passed exactly a year and a heart
but it'so, because it's so...

I slide in a very hurry
between friends that I don't see anymore
They laugh taking care to the words
but it's so, because it's so...

(This is a) tale of a lonely man
that still thinks of you
the one and only that I would like to see
but is not here...

A birthday feast,
and I miss your poetry,
without the roses, the essences ,the poses (that are) absent to me
but it's so, because it's so
To say that you were mine
during that moments you know
Who lives only with the hope
Does never live...

But we won't be really far and lost in the world,
we are iron rivets in the mind that doesn't forgive,
Like every people full of intentions I will cry tears,
like hurting thorns in the time that stopped for us...

We are poor Christs that follow each other with indifference,
this is the destiny of living in dreams that never ends...
But we won't be really far and lost in the world
we are hurting thorns of that time that stopped for us...