Ho messo via

Slightly different this time. Instead of translating a song from English to Italian, I tried to do the opposite. There may be errors, and I take full responsibility for those :worried: If you spot an error, please leave a comment (especially if you are a native English speaker). Thanks. …Lyrics and music by Luciano Ligabue (I believe)

I put away some noise
they say: “that’s what you do”.
In my bedside table I have a mine
and six-thousand-watt tonsils.
I put away those “hide and seek”,
they say they don’t suit my age,
but if they turn back for a moment
I’ll play them again, because I like it.

I put away some illusions
because, sooner or later, that’s enough.
I filled two or three boxes of them,
anyway: I know where they are.
I put away some advices,
those that say: “it’s easier”.
I put them away because I’m very good
at making mistakes without them.

I am making some room for me,
and what I expect, I don’t know:
that there was room available,
there is, and there will be.
I put away a bunch of stuff
but I can never explain why
I can’t make it to put you away.

I put away some bashings I had,
but I couldn’t put away the scars.
It’s not the pain, nor is the bang,
it’s that unfortunately I still have the bruises.
I put away a bunch of photos
that are going to take dust;
it will cover remorses, regrets,
rancours, and whys.

I am making some room for me,
and what I expect, I don’t know:
that there was room available,
there is, and there will be.
I put away a bunch of stuff
but I can never explain why
I can’t make it to put you away.

With these shoes on,
and on this earth that rocks,
it rocks, and rocks, and rocks.
With the comfort of a sky
that stands there still.

I am making some room for me,
and what I expect, I don’t know:
that there was room available,
there is, and there will be.
I put away a bunch of stuff
but I can never explain why
I can’t make it to put away,
make it to put away,
make it to put away you.