Translation of the song lyrics La Favola Antica - Vasco Rossi

La Favola Antica (original)

C’era una volta una favola antica
Quasi da tutti ormai dimenticata
Che continuava a volare nell’aria
Aspettando colui
Che l’avrebbe di nuovo narrata
Era una favola vecchia
Un poco svanita
Come un barattolo
Di aranciata aperta
Ma non voleva rassegnarsi
E cercava di «non dimenticarsi»!
Parlava di una bambina bionda
Che non voleva dormire da sola
E la sua mamma poverina
Doveva starle sempre vicina
Un giorno venne una bella signora
Tutta vestita di luce viola
Prese la mamma per la mano
E la port lontano, lontano
La bimba pianse 100 sere
Poi si stanc
E si addorment
Quando il mattino
La venne a svegliare
Con un bellissimo raggio di sole
Vide la mamma poverina
Che sotto un albero dormiva
E la signora vestita di viola
Disse «non devi pi avere paura…
Di restare sola»
C’era una volta una favola antica
Quasi da tutti ormai dimenticata
Che continuava a volare nell’aria
Aspettando colui che l’avrebbe
Di nuovo narrata
Era una favola vecchia
Era poco svanita
Come un barattolo
Di aranciata aperta
E per non essere dimenticata
Divent vera…
Divent!
oh oh oh!
… la vita!

(translation)

Once upon a time there was an ancient fairy tale
Almost everyone has now forgotten
That kept flying in the air
Waiting for him
That he would have told it again
It was an old fairy tale
A little faded
Like a jar
Of open orange soda
But she didn't want to give up
And he was trying to "not forget"!
It was about a blond girl
That she didn't want to sleep alone
And his poor mother
She had to always be close to her
One day she came a beautiful lady
All dressed in purple light
She took Mom by the hand
And he took her far, far away
The baby cried 100 evenings
Then he got tired
And she fell asleep
When in the morning
She came to wake her up
With a beautiful ray of sunshine
She saw the poor mother
That she was sleeping under a tree
And the lady dressed in purple
She said "you don't have to be afraid anymore ...
She to be alone "
Once upon a time there was an ancient fairy tale
Almost everyone has now forgotten
That kept flying in the air
Waiting for the one who would have it
Again narrated
It was an old fairy tale
It had just faded
Like a jar
Of open orange soda
And not to be forgotten
Became true ...
Became!
Oh oh oh!
… the life!