MANY RIVER TO CROSS

Guardo il cielo terso di questo sabato pomeriggio. E' così azzurro che mi ricorda le acque di un fiume che scorrono spumeggianti. Mi viene in mente una 

canzone che ha interpretato in modo sublime Linda Ronstand. Una canzone che ho ascoltato molte volte, ma che non mi stancherei di ascoltare ancora, 

tanto è ingenua, ma anche  ricca di emozione...

Many rivers to cross

But I can't seem to find my way over

Wandering I am lost

As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover

Many rivers to cross

And it's only my will that keeps me alive

I've been licked, washed up for years

And I merely survived because of my pride

And this loneliness won't leave me alone

It's such a drag to be on your own

My woman left and she didn't say why

Well I guess I have to try

Many rivers to cross

But just where to begin, I'm playing for time

There have been times I find myself

Thinking of committing some dreadful crime

Many rivers to cross

But I can't seem to find my way over

Wandering I am lost

As I travel along the white cliffs of Dover