Dear friends, a success released and sung from Franco Simone in the year of 1982... I have thought that the amateurs are searching for its lyrics and translations, so I do them for you... As usual, first the audio on youtube of the "SOGNO DELLA GALLERIA" ("Dream of a gallery") song, then the original Italian lyrics, and the translation into English... Hope you will like it... enjoy !!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TIPUJ-syg9k

Piove un'acqua scura su di me,
come e'tardi non si arriva mai,
piazza affollata, tutti a guardare me
sono nudo, ho vergogna, e scappo via...
Cado, mi rialzo, e cado ancora...
pesa sulla testa anche l'aria
Vedo un riflesso ma non sono quello li',
erano piu'chiari gli occhi miei...
Chiamo un amico ma l'ombra scappa via
Chiamo senza voce,
e rossa rossa rossa dalla luce...
Manca l'aria in questa galleria,
passa proprio sotto casa mia,
strade nascoste, sotterrate ma perche'
e tu in questa stanza cosa vuoi da me...
Cerco una strada, per fermarmi o per andare,
viene da lontano una donna senza un'ombra di pudore...
Voglio correre, voglio andare via, questa non e'casa mia...
Voglio correre, voglio andarmene, oltre questa galleria...
Lei mi aspetta e la devo trovare,
se ritardo lei puo'farsi male, male...
La finestra con i vetri rosa
si apre sull'interno di una chiesa,
manca un'altare, non c'e'santo ne'preghiera
non e'inverno ma neanche primavera.
Cerco una strada, per fermarmi o per andare,
verso l'orizzonte, quanto cielo e quanti voli da spiccare...
Voglio correre, voglio andare via, questa non e'casa mia...
Voglio correre, voglio andarmene, oltre questa galleria
Lei mi aspetta e la devo trovare,
se ritardo lei puo'farsi male, male...
Cerco una strada, per fermarmi o per andare,
verso l'orizzonte, quanto cielo e quanti voli da spiccare...
Voglio correre, voglio andare via, questa non e'casa mia...
Voglio correre, voglio andarmene, oltre questa galleria
Lei mi aspetta e la devo trovare,
se ritardo lei puo'farsi male, male...

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A dark water is raining over me,
how it's late, we don't never arrive,
a square full of people who look at me,
i'm naked, I feel ashamed, and I run away...
I fall down, got up, and I fall down again,
I feel also the weight of the air upon my head...
I see a reflex, but I am not that person,
My eyes were more clear...
I call a friend, but his shadows run away,
and it's made red, red, red by the light...
There is no air in this gallery,
that passes under my house,
Hidden and undertaken streets, I don't know why
And what do you want from me in this room ???
I search for a street, to stop or to go,
and a woman without proud comes from so far...
I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,
I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...
She is waiting for me and I have to find her,
and If come late, she may hurt herself...
The window with pink glasses,
opens itself on an interior of a church,
An altar is missing, there is neither saints nor prayers,
And is neither winter nor spring...
I search for a street to stop or to go,
Toward the horizont, there is a lot of sky and a lot of flies to start up...
I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,
I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...
She is waiting for me and I have to find her,
and If come late, she may hurt herself...
I search for a street to stop or to go,
Toward the horizont, there is a lot of sky and a lot of flies to start up...
I want to run, I want to go away, this is not my house,
I want to run, I want to go away, beyond this gallery...
She is waiting for me and I have to find her,
and If come late, she may hurt herself...