A while ago I started a series on my YouTube channel, naming it “Italian Culture”, and hoping to allow people to get to know interesting cultural aspects of the Country I come from, aspects which aren’t easy to get to know for non-Italian speakers.
Now, this is not a video I posted on Youtube, but it’s something in the very same spirit.I bring you Le Stesse Cose (“The Same Things”), by Adriano Celentano, featured in the album Esco di Rado e Parlo Ancora Meno (“I Rarely Go Out and I Speak Even Less”), the first one I ever bought as a child.Fun fact: most Italian rockers hate Celentano.
Here is my translation of the lyrics of the song!
Please, note that I do not own the rights on the original lyrics, which were written by Carlo Mazzoni.

The Same Things

Tell me what changes when one loves and is not loved, or if one is loved and doesn’t love; what does it change?
Tell me what is left in a love ending,or in an ending without love, what is left?
I will do the same things
I will change three times a month
I will make again the same mistakes,
The ones I left out.
Without turning back I’ll ask for love and affection to a dark skinned woman,
Who will tell me the same things in a language
That you can’t understand
Tell me what is the difference between past and present
Inside or outside people’s conscience
Fashions, topics and horizons change,
But at the end of the day it’s ourselves we have to deal with
Stories in History
Old stories and new ones in the same history
Things already thought
Dead things
Then born again in other things
And you, great love, strong love
Desperately love
What do you think you’ll change with those eyes as green and as big as the sea?
And they go like this, this way things go
And they go like this, this way things go
And the day will come, when you’ll be able to be by yourself for a while in my heart
I’ll let your strong brightness kidnap me and infect me
What’s going to be of that love you left in the streets and everywhere?
If in order to hold me you always had to say: “Let’s find a shelter from the rain!”
I will do
You will do
The same things
I will change
You will change
Three times a month
I will make again
You will make
The same mistakes
The ones I left out
Tell me what changes when one loves and is not loved, or if one is loved and doesn’t love; what does it?
Tell me what is left in a love ending,
Or in an ending without love,
What is left?