Текст песни Adriano Celentano - I Passi Che Facciamo

The roads that we choose (translation)

We do not know the origins,
We do not know the answer,
How dark shadow fell
From sunlight ...

Desperate, hoarse,
no worse in the world,
Creek mother calling out,
For a child in the portrait!

To him, the way he came down
From spasm shoulders sagging,
The breaking of bread,
And as sour wine.

Where does the way in which we walk?
Where does the way in which we choose?

We do not know the origins,
We do not know the final,
The smell of rotting fruit,
Damn needle sting.

In the darkness of the soul indented
Barbed sting of pain.
From the eyes of a child frisky
Evil crept into the wild.

Thrown at a crossroads,
Matched evil fate,
How knocked down shot
Thorn needle brutal.

Where does the way in which we walk?
Where does the way in which we choose?

We do not know the origins,
We do not know the answer,
How dark shadow fell
From sunlight ...

Do not cry and do not silence,
Not a whip, and not a weapon,
Will not be able to make a strong,
Rescue from cowardice!

Tears will not help ...
Seek salvation in Love!
From evil can relieve
With his agreement only!

Tears will not help,
But the night always ends ...
Way back to the dawn to appear ...
A ray of light breaks!

Where does the way in which we walk?
Where does the way in which we choose?