I AM TOO YOUNG

I AM TOO YOUNG

Last week, when the titles started rolling at the end of a wonderful TV series, I was teleported back to my youth with the song. To the seventies.

Giglioala Cinquetti, the beautiful Italian singer, is still the second youngest contestant ever to have won the Eurovision Song Contest. In 1964, at the tender age of 16, she mesmerized the audience with Non ho l’eta (I am too young). There were already 23 000 American troops in Vietnam and the world was holding their breath, hoping for peace. And eager to spread love, culminating in the Summer of Love three years later. Make love, not war.

And then this gorgeous young girl stepped onto the stage in Copenhagen, singing this poignant love song. No-one then really stood a chance to take the coveted trophy from her.

In the seventies she took me to remote places again with her rendition of Si ((or Go, as we knew it in South Africa)) and To the Door of the Sun. Slouched on my dad’s recliner, snuggled into the chaste sounds of his Pioneer Hi-Fi with the bulky earphones excluding me from the real world, the record on the turntable allowed me to set my newly discovered teenage hormones free.

In 1974 she represented Italy at the Eurovision Song Contest again. She came second with her beautiful ballad, Si after overwhelmingly being outscored by the mighty ABBA with Waterloo. That year also saw Olivia Newton-John representing the United Kingdom at the festival.

I am too young …

A young girl came to mind. Amanda, a few years later.

I was 21, just finished my compulsory military training. She was 16. Her dad was my boss.

Yeah … never meant to be.

Non ho l’età (English translation)

I am too young

I am too young

I’m not old enough to love you

I’m not old enough to go out with you alone

 

And I wouldn’t know

I wouldn’t know

what to tell you

Because you know

So many more things than me.

 

Let me live

this romantic love

waiting

for that day to come.

But not now…

 

I am too young

I’m not old enough to love you

I’m not old enough to go out with you alone

 

If you would like

If you would like

to wait for me

That day you will get

all my love for you

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2 thoughts on “I AM TOO YOUNG

  1. Liewe André, Waar vat jy my nou weer heen! My standerd agt jaar, liefde vol in die blom, hierdie liedjie se woorde so pynlik op daardie leeftyd. Was ek ooit so jonk? Is dit moontlik dat ek dit kan onthou asof dit gister was? Ek is so bly jy skryf al hierdie dinge so pragtig en gedetailleerd op. Daar was mooi dinge in my jongjare, maar dit was so wasig en donker, a.g.v. die dramas in ons ‘house of horrors’.

    Manlief Jan is vir ’n verdere twee maande afgeboek a.g.v. stres by die werk. Hy wil altyd onderbeklemtoon, om te voorkom dat hy ‘zielig’ klink. Dit skep ’n onduidelike beeld by die dokters. Ek gaan dus sover moontlik saam, sodat ek die ‘ligte’ weergawe kan redigeer. Dit het my die geleentheid gegee om die dokter te vertel van die skisofreniese insident wat Jan in Hengelo gehad het en dit het die dokter in ’n ander modus laat dink. Sy het toe voorgestel twee maande af, gesprekke met gespesialiseerde personeel, geen medikasie, maar hy moet elke tweede week met iemand kontak hê. Of met haar of met die spesialisverpleegster. Ek is só dankbaar vir die ondersteuning. Dit maak my las ook ligter en kan ek voortgaan met my bedrywighede.

    Ek verlang regtig daarna om met jou te sit en gesels. Natuurlik wil ek graag met julle hele gesin kuier, sover moontlik. Ek besef almal is nie noodwendig aanwesig nie, want die kuikens het hulle verkies gesprei. Ons gesprekke is nie vir almal interessant nie, maar dis nuwe suurstof vir my!

    Pas julle mooi op, hoor.

    Liefde van huis tot huis.

    Sal ons by julle kon kuier voor ons SA toe gaan, DV 2 Oktober? Net as dit gerieflik is.

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