Giovanni Truppi's song in Sanremo: Your Father, My Mother, Lucia, this is the meaning

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Giovanni Truppi It is one of the Neapolitan artists participating in Sanremo and promises to be among the favorites for the first places in the standings, considering that he has already won well two critics' awards.

In fact, theEMI awarded him the award for best independent artist after the vote in his favor by the journalists who are part of the direction and he also received the Lunezia award.

The song with which he will compete at the Festival is titled "Your Father, My Mother, Lucia”And it is a romantic ballad that already promises to excite us. Mix melody with spoken parts, the so-called spoken word.

The meaning of the song and who is Lucia

The song was written by Giovanni Truppi himself in collaboration with the leader of I Cani, Niccolo Contessa e Pacifico (Gino De Crescenzo) and, as mentioned, it is a love story.

His performance in Sanremo, which will take place tonight 2 February 2022, will be accompanied byorchestra directed by Stefano Nanni.

Giovanni Truppi revealed that Lucia is the name of her daughter and the song tells the love story of a couple in a winter setting. Season not chosen at random because of the cold, the storms and the Winter bumps also represent obstacles in a relationship and being able to overcome them together, choosing each other, is fundamental in life.

We can read the words of the singer-songwriter to better understand his state of mind:

I think this season comes to my mind in relation to the song because it is the time of the year that is most in tune with its atmosphere and the feeling we are talking about. Choosing a person means, when the choice is made, taking it all and regardless of everything, because you are imagining the future together with her. This is the love we wanted to talk about, which then is that of the promises exchanged by the spouses.

The lyrics of the song

Here is the complete passage:

When I first met you
At a dinner of strangers in a bar in Turin
Without thinking, instinctively, I looked at your hand
To see if you were married.
The heads are shining and the stars are twinkling
They run they run, the eyes close the moments fall
Tell me if you're sad, where are we going, what am I doing here.
… Or have we always been here?
And when things don't go smoothly between us and I'm melancholy or worried
I think back to that moment and I trust him.

And even if sometimes we fight just because of the fear of going to bed, I know that for what we want to do, one percent is love and all the rest is gritting our teeth.
And if tomorrow your father, my mother or Lucia
They will listen to these words
They will wonder, as I ask myself, if this is love
I will answer as I answer to myself too
That loving you is believing that
That what I will be will be with you.
And now that I also know your bitterness
And the wordless darkness in which you are naked with anger I wanted to tell you that my soul wants you
And my heart as well
And may my fantasies heat up at the thought of your breath.
The heads are shining and the stars are twinkling
Touch my face and don't make me do anything
Hold me tighter and let me say yes again.
And if tomorrow your father, my mother or Lucia
They will listen to these words
They will wonder, as I ask myself, if this is love
I will answer as I answer to myself too

That
To love you is to believe that
That what I will be will be with you.
My love, to live we do a thousand stupid things
You know, in order to survive, we simplify as much as possible.
But what's simple?
My love
So funny.
And if tomorrow your father, my mother or Lucia
They will listen to these words
They will wonder, as I ask myself, if this is love
I will answer as I answer to myself too

That loving you is believing that
That what I will be will be with you.
I am walking towards you
I see you at the intersection, I stop to look at you
And I wait for the moment in which
You will turn and smile at me when you see me arrive.

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Written by Fabiana Bianchi
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