AN OPTOMETRIST - (Un ottico) - Fabrizio De Andrè

verse 1 (the optometrist):

Colour-blind, long-sighted, people begging for sight

I’m the light dealer, your optometrist,

from now on I declare that I just care about special clients , who have no need for normal eyes

No longer optometrist but lenses dealer, in order to help your eyes to enjoy the sight

So that pupils create new worlds to admire instead of being  true to life

Follow me into dreaming with these new eyes, escaping reality, and no chance to turn back

verse 2 (first patient):

I can see myself climbing up the sky and stealing the sun so that there will be no more night

And I’ve locked it into my eyes so that it won’t fall back into his cycle of sunsets and sundowns

So everyone feeling cool is to get warmth through my own eyes

verse 3 (second patient):

I can see rivers in my veins, looking for their sea,

Breaking their banks find new skies to photograph

Blood flooding without fantasy causes a cancer of gloom

verse 4 (third patient)

I can see policemen grazing

Women bent down looking at the dew

Their tongues red with flower pollen

Yet where is the queen bee?

Maybe she’s flown to the dawn’s nests

Maybe she is not flying any longer

verse 5 (fourth patient)

I can see my friends still walking on the street

They are not rushing

Stealing gaity from the sleep

And a touch of night from the dawn

And then the light, just light making everything into a toyworld,                                                    

Very well, we'll make the glasses accordingly,

          we'll make the glasses accordingly