Un inno all'alcool

I've been loving you a long time 
Down all the years, down all the days 
And I've cried for all your troubles 
Smiled at your funny little ways 
We watched our friends grow up together 
And we saw them as they fell 
Some of them fell into Heaven 
Some of them fell into Hell 

I took shelter from a shower 
And I stepped into your arms 
On a rainy night in Soho 
The wind was whistling all its charms 
I sang you all my sorrows 
You told me all your joys 
Whatever happened to that old song 
To all those little girls and boys 


Sometimes I wake up in the morning 
The gingerlady by my bed 
Covered in a cloak of silence 
I hear you in my head 
I'm not singing for the future 
I'm not dreaming of the past 
I'm not talking of the fist time 
I never think about the last 

Now the song is nearly over 
We may never find out what it means 
Still there's a light I hold before me 
You're the measure of my dreams 
The measure of my dreams