Climbing

(testo e musica di F. Bonifacio)

So you will go climbing,
Good luck my baby,
I’m afraid about all your things.
Like feathers,
Like feathers  in wind,
Told an old song,
I’m the true mountain you must climb

What do you prefer?
It’s not important.
I’m still waiting
I will learn much more about it
On the river side

What you think does not count,
What you do does not count,
It’s a pleasure this wild world,
It’s a pleasure to go away with you

But you will go climbing,
Well done my baby,
I’m afraid about all your legs
Bad weather,
Bad weather and cloudy,
Over your head
I’m afraid about all your body

What are you doing?
It’s not important,
It’s time give up,
It’s time to get up from bed,
It’s time to wake up

What you think does not count,