Vasco Rossi was born in 1952 in Zocca (Italy); his mother introduced him into the music world. When he was 13 years old, he won the contest “Usignolo d'oro”. He studied fiscal economics in the Tanari institute while he was living in his uncle's house.
In 1975, he started with the first free radio of Italy: Punto Radio. He was announced as a novice DJ but he wanted to be a songwriter and continued to write letters and songs. “Jenny e Silvia” was his first published song; after that he began to compose and to publish many songs; in 1982, he participated in the San Remo festival with his fifth disk. Here we have one of his best songs called Albachiara.
Alba ChiaraRespiri piano per non far rumore,
ti addormenti di sera,
ti risvegli col sole, sei chiara come un'alba,
sei fresca come l'aria.
Diventi rossa se qualcuno ti guarda,
sei fantastica quando sei assorta
dei tuoi problemi, dei tuoi pensieri...
Ti vesti svogliatamente,
non metti mai niente
che possa attirare attenzione,
un particolare, solo per farti guardare...
E con la faccia pulita cammini
per strada mangiando una mela,
coi libri di scuola, ti piace studiare,
non te ne devi vergognare...
E quando guardi con quegli occhi grandi,
forse un po' troppo sinceri,
si vede quello che pensi, quello che sogni.
Qualche volta fai pensieri strani,
con una mano ti sfiori, tu, sola,
dentro la stanza e tutto il mondo fuori.
CleardawnYou breathe slowly so you won't make noise,
you fall asleep at night
you wake up with the sun, you're so pure as the dawn,
you're as fresh as air.
You blush if someone looks at you
you're fantastic when you're all absorbed
with your problems, with your thoughts
You're negligent when you dress up,
you never put on something
that might get somenone's attention
a detail, just to make yourself seen...
And with your face clean
you walk down the street eating an apple
with your school books, you like to study,
you don't have to be ashamed
And when you look with those big eyes,
maybe too sincere,
it can be seen what you think, what you dream of.
Sometimes you think strangely,
with one hand you touch yourself, alone,
inside the room, with all the world outside.