Il mago [English translation]

I wish I were a magician, and I would fill that void

in those gazes that have already seen everything.

I wish I were a magician to delete the greyness

of this reality with a blue pencil.

I would light up the sky with one thousand and one star,

I would warm up the heart of those who have no compassion,

I would put some suns in each cathedral,

and would play a music that never ends.

I wish I were a magician, I would reopen the shop windows

and to the kids I would say: the town is yours.

I wish I were a magician in the autumn that’s falling,

I would bring the wind of the summer that’s inside us.

And all the days, you know, I would make diamonds

out of the tears that a child gives me.

And then, if you want, I will take up arms,

on the doors of nothing I will stop the winter.

And I will be a magician if you’ll come to me in the sleep

that sleeps deep inside me and scares me.

And I will be a magician if you’ll tell me: I love you.

Sometimes from a fool a king can spring out.