Phrases taken from Roberto Vecchioni’s songs

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In business for over fifty years, Roberto Vecchioni he gave fans beautiful songs: from Luci a San Siro to La città senza donne, passing through Per la cruna di un ago, Aiace, Canto notte and El Bandolero tired. We are proud to present ourselves with the freshest treats that we can prepare with our beautiful one.

Phrases taken from Roberto Vecchioni’s songs

Born in 1943, Roberto Vecchioni he began to take his first steps in the world of music as an author for established artists. His debut as a singer came in 1971when he released his first album entitled Parabola. The album, although containing the famous Luci a San Siro, did not achieve the hoped-for success, which arrived in 1977 with the recording entitled Samarcanda. From this moment on, his career he is under arrest.

Aunt the songs that, in over fifty years, she has given to fans: from The Last Show to Dream Boy Dream, through El Bandolero Tired and Call Me Again Love. Below, we present a selection of phrases taken from the most beautiful songs by Roberto Vecchioni:

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Lights at San Siro that evening, what’s strange, we were all there, remember the game in the fog? (Lights at San Siro)
How tacky it is to have two talents, you only have to give back twenty; you try to have a hundred and God is on your toes with the bill. (To date)
Let them tell the world that people like you will always lose. Because you’ve already won I swear, they can’t do anything more to you. It is easy to understand how you look at your woman, you will be able to see her before starting your journey. (Dream boy dream)
Whoever won is there vomiting his wine and what matters in the end is the intestine. (Ajax)
There I also met an old bard, he blinded himself to stay in the dream. (The last show)
But as long as I sing I have you in front of me, the years are just moments, you have always been here in front of me. (I miss you)
Everything you cry is not love. (Eurydice)
And he built a delirious universe without love, where all things are tired of existing and open pain. (The love letters)
And life is so strong that it breaks through walls to be seen. Life is so real that it seems impossible to have to leave it. Life is so great that when you are about to die, you will plant an olive tree still convinced that you will see it flourish. (Dream boy dream)
But you didn’t speak to me and my ideas like lizards withdrew their heads inside the wall, when it’s late because it’s cold, because it’s dark: and a thousand solitudes and holes to hide… (The last show)
Don’t leave me alone in this night that I can’t see the sky, come back bandolero. (The tired bandolero)
In this night sown with clouds that not a light trembles, every question is the answer to a question of the first answer; every return is a false start, the illusion of a movement, like this bath of tears that I have no plan for. (Night song)
And the dawn on the Danube seemed to Marco to be phosphorus and honey and a blonde girl wanted to say that man is great, man is alive, man is not war, but the generals reply to him that man is wine, he fights well and dies better only when he is full. (Strangelove)
And Marco Polo fooled them: doge, wife, Turks, idea, he left Chioggia and arrived no further down than Bari, no further down than Bari, then he said “I have seen magical orientals”, but at least he had had some imagination; the Venetians who applauded only envy and hypocrisy. (Song for Laura)
And the greatest conquered nation after nation and when he was facing the sea he felt like an idiot because further on he couldn’t conquer anything and it was a long way to see a desperate sun that was always the same and always like when he left. (Strangelove)
This time I really leave with a light wind blowing all over my shoulders. You sleep well, only the stars know where I go. (The City Without Women)
And they will tell you words red as blood, black as night. But it’s not true, boy, that reason always favors the strongest. I know poets who post the rivers with their thoughts and infinite sailors who know how to speak to the sky. (Dream boy dream)
Because I will fight for you with an army of plumbers, condominium owners, dentists, pain in the ass and shopkeepers. I will cover myself with the wounds of boredom, the ones that no one sees and that never bleed. (Portrait of a Lady in Pink Satin)
Just like our usual love, my love for man and love for my husband. (Song for Alda Merini)

Quotes taken from Roberto Vecchioni’s songs

Roberto Vecchioni is not only a singer-songwriter, but he is also author of essays and literature review. Furthermore, he writes for some of the most authoritative national newspapers and is a university teacher. Below, another selection of phrases taken from his songs:

And for all the boys and girls who defend a book, a real book, so beautiful to shout in the streets because they are killing our thoughts. (Call me again love)
My Milan, take me away, it’s so cold, I feel disgusted and I can’t take it anymore, let’s make a change, take me | that little bit of money that little bit of celebrity, but give me back my six hundred, my twenty years and a girl you know. Sorry Milan, I was joking, they won’t turn on the lights anymore at San Siro. (Lights at San Siro)
Close your eyes boy and believe only what you see inside. Clench your fists, boy don’t let him win even for a moment cover your love, boy, but don’t hide it under your cloak, sometimes someone passes by, sometimes there is someone who has to see it. (Dream boy dream)
And you take out half the camp, hundreds and hundreds of heads fly in, take an inventory and then see that they are not your judges, they are oxen. (Ajax)
Poets are old gentlemen who eat the stars lying on the lawns of their villas, and invent gypsies and blackberries to make themselves credible in the eyes of the world with their pain. (The poets)
Anger was once expressed only by the locomotive being thrown to pieces on the road; now it’s market day, the poets are appearing in bunches, all the islands have found. (Song for Francesco)
And they shot the singer-songwriter on a night of youth, they shot him out of love, so as not to make him sing anymore. They shot him because it was nice to remember him as he was in the first alternative, self-reduced outside the system’s perspective. (Vaudeville)
My eyes are open to the senses of the stars without having to worry, and it is only a matter of time before it is bright in use, it is well lit… (The Love Letters)
Because ideas are like butterflies that you can’t take off their wings, because ideas are like stars that storms don’t turn them off, because ideas are mothers’ voices that we thought we had lost, and they are like the smile of God in this spit of the universe. (Call me again love)
Dream, dream boy, don’t change a verse of your song, don’t leave a train stopped at the station, don’t stop yourself… (Dream, dream boy)
It’s more difficult for you to move your existence a little lower than the sky and become a man. (Portrait of a Lady in Pink Satin)
Because even nothing is enough to be happy, just live like the things you say, and share in all the loves you have so as not to lose yourself, lose yourself, never lose yourself. (Song for Alda Merini)
If I went back and spent this life with you, I would dance it and not waste it on great ideas, I would only relive the moments of wind with you, I would love it with you as I have never loved it. (If I went back)