[Verse 1] There's an October light that tastes of things now gone, pale marble in the hallway and you walking by so fast, navy jacket, laurel crown, your eyes on fire, you search for us in the crowd, and my voice won't last. I saw you just the way you were at six years old, sitting on your little wooden chair, cooling down, arms crossed tight, the pout and those big tears, then a sly little smile, and your wings already out. [Pre-Chorus] I draw houses where we can be safe and sound, I taught you only one thing: dreams don't have walls around. [Chorus] And they call your name, Giulia, and the world stands still for a moment, I hold my breath just like the day you took your first step, and it all made sense. Vola alto, the sky is yours now, time won't wait for anyone, there's no building I designed that gave me more joy than every road you've won. [Verse 2] Outside is Rome, October warm and light, a bunch of flowers in your hands, hugs and honest smiles, you hold them one by one, your hands are shaking, and you're already looking far, beyond the miles. Twenty-two years and a suitcase full of questions, a degree in your pocket and an ocean to sail through: I learned from you that you really grow when you fall, get up, and start walking anew. Twenty-two years, and that little girl's anger that cooled down on the wood of a tiny chair has turned to fire, a hard head and courage, the strength that takes you further than any journey there. [Bridge] You wrote of those who break the signs and won't fall in line, the rebel company that turns the whole market around: you didn't only study it, you carry it inside, you are the maverick, and you've already changed the ground. And when one day it all feels like an uphill climb, remember today, remember this October light, the marble, your stride, the way you ran, a father watching you who still can't believe his eyes. [Final Chorus] And they call your name, Giulia, and the world stands still for a moment, I hold my breath just like the day you took your first step, and it all made sense. Vola alto, the sky is yours now, time won't wait for anyone, there's no building I designed that gave me more joy than every road you've won. [Outro] Vai, Giulia, vai, the sky is yours, Giulia.
