Eros Ramazzotti - Eros Ramazzotti, Adelio Cogliati

(unofficial english version)
DEAR (SHE) PROFESSOR
I DON’T KNOW WHY BUT AFTER SO
MUCH TIME I STILL THINK ABOUT YOU
MAYBE BECAUSE I’VE GOT
THE IMPRESSION THAT THE EXAMS
NEVER END FOR ME

DO YOU REMEMBER ANDREA MONTI?
HE WAS THE GOOD ONE
THE ONE I COPIED - HE WRITES THAT
HE GOES THROUGH TIRING DAYS
HE SAYS THAT HE FILLS IN QUESTIONNAIRES
AND MEANWHILE HE SELLS AT THE DOOR
BUT NOT ON SQUARES,
HE DOESN’T CONTEST ANYMORE...

AND I THINK ABOUT A MOVIE THEATHRE
AT THE END OF THAT STREET
ABOUT AN ARM AROUND THE NECK
ABOUT THIS CHLOROPHYLL TASTE
OF KISSES OF THE LAST ROW
AND I THINK ABOUT LUCIA...
OF THE LAST ROW

AND LUCIA, SWIVEL-EYED,
WHO KNOWS WHERE SHE IS
WITH ALL HER PROBLEMS
SHE COULDN’T GET THROUGH AT ALL
WITH NUMBERS LIKE ME
SHE LOVED SOFT POETICAL
SNOW-SHOWERS IN EVERY SENSE...

WHAT’S LEFT OVER
OF THOSE YEARS
OF OUR GREAT FUTURE
OUR SO GREAT FUTURE
THAT SWALLOW US UP
JUST BEFORE
THE LATEST HOUR...
THE LATEST HOUR

DEAR PROFESSOR
I KNOW THAT YOU DON’T
SEE YOUR SON ANYMORE
LIKE I DO BY THE WAY
AND ALL MY FRIENDS ARE SPREAD
LIKE ANNOTATIONS OF LIFE
AND TELL ME HOW MANY POINTS
YOU’D GIVE TO THOSE THAT
CANNOT MAKE THEMSELVER CLEAR