| If a song enters your head from the night before | 
| As often happens, then you find yourself in the morning | 
| And he hummed it from a quarter past seven | 
| Ever since the alarm clock reminded him that he was already late | 
| He has a heavy hangover like a Range Rover | 
| He does the giant slalom among the empty Slalom bottles | 
| He comes to the bathroom, washes and looks into his eyes | 
| Like who knows she won't even call today | 
| And she gets ready to fly, has breakfast with a Marlboro | 
| Like half of the Italians, she hates her job | 
| And she dreams of the cash to scratch the good one | 
| She has a thousand reasons to give up and she has only one tune in her head | 
| The chorus goes (la la la la la la) | 
| If you repeat it over and over like a mantra | 
| He's not a big fan, but she's stuck with him and sings it | 
| He is about a fisherman and has a thick text | 
| He doesn't remember all the words, but he doesn't care | 
| While he goes on foot under his colleague's house | 
| They halve the trip to the office every morning | 
| Not for the company, it costs two Euros a liter of petrol | 
| She arrives and greets him with routine speeches | 
| Like elevator talk, it's only Monday | 
| Stuff like "maybe it's raining today even if the weather was sunny" | 
| And "I can't wait for Friday" | 
| And he keeps humming to himself | 
| While the colleague drives in the city as in Laguna Seca | 
| And he asks what song it is | 
| He replies "you don't know a saw about music" | 
| This is De Andrè | 
| The almost offended friend says "look | 
| My father has all the records at home and also plays the guitar | 
| I know the whole discography and don't bullshit me | 
| I've never heard this in my life " | 
| He explains | 
| Nobody remembers the effect he has | 
| He got into your head with ease | 
| But he had profound words in the text that went beyond banality | 
| He did "la la la la la la la" | 
| He did "la la la la la la la" | 
| And he spoke of a smile, the sun, the bread and the wine | 
| Of a fisherman and a murderer | 
| But as you don't know it, this is a classic | 
| This is a must, I don't chew on it, but everyone knows this | 
| While they park it sings it | 
| The night before he heard it on a radio program about the 70s | 
| And he is convinced he is not wrong, he laughs and says «look | 
| Ask dad who does it for you with the guitar " | 
| Then they go up to the office and the colleague says "I don't discuss" | 
| How much do you bet it's not De Andrè? | 
| Google it! | 
| He accepts, looks for her and finds nothing | 
| Amazed he asks others and they answer him anyway | 
| He wants to go to the bottom, but there is no story | 
| As if the world had erased it from everyone's memory | 
| So stop, he has a hoop in his head and does the hula-hoop | 
| He gets back to work, then sees the eight in the hole | 
| Suddenly he hears the train whistling like Belluca | 
| And the light bulb turns on | 
| In one hand he has a scratch card worth a million in the other a coin | 
| And he thinks about how much money he will make writing it for him | 
| And he thinks we would all have done it for him | 
| So stop, he hasn't talked to anyone for a while now | 
| He does not remember the whole text, sometimes he invents it | 
| But he remembers the meaning well, so he writes and doesn't stop | 
| He knows so much that ... | 
| If a song enters your head from the night before | 
| As often happens, then you find yourself in the morning | 
| But he had dozed off and hadn't woken up | 
| The furrow along his face was the mark of the pillow, he had dreamed of it | 
| He sees the red in the bank and he sees the green hope | 
| In the middle the white of his girlfriend's dress | 
| And this is the tricolor dream of the turning point | 
| An opportunity for a fisherman to do big fishing |