“I never thought Gabriella would leave before me,” she wrote Vasco Rossi on Instagram, announcing the death of his ex-partner Gabriella Sturani. Mother of her son Lorenzo, Gabriella became pregnant at 16. To her, Vasco dedicated the song Gabri.
Who was Gabriella Sturani
Gabriella Sturani and Vasco Rossi had a love story over forty years does. She was just a little girl, Gabriella, when she discovered herself pregnant. The rocker wrote Gabri, to recount that event. But their story ended abruptly, with her convinced that it was her pregnancy that had put an end to it. At first, however, Vasco didn’t even recognize the child. He did it only in 2003, welcoming Lorenzo in his life, and taking on his responsibilities. So much so that, in 2013, Gabriella explained that Lorenzo is graduate thanks to his father: it was Vasco who convinced him to study, to pay for university, to encourage him to be the first in the family with a degree in hand.
Gabrithe text
Gabri, like many of Vasco Rossi’s songs, is an autobiographical song. Its text is the statement from an adult man, whose very young girlfriend discovers that she is pregnant. The rocker, in the song, describes that story as a crazy adventure (when he met Gabriella, Vasco was 30 years old ed.). He explains that he doesn’t want to lose her, but he doesn’t want to deceive either. He talks about his desire, but also his fears.
I do not want to lose you
But I don’t want to either
Don’t get your hopes up either
This adventure was crazy
It was my fault
You are sixteen and I am
And me
But now undress
That I want to bite you
I want to feel your pleasure explode with mine again
Tomorrow it will be late to regret reality
It’s better to live it
It’s better to live it
But now stop
I do not want to lose you
Don’t hide your smiles now
With my hands between my legs
You will get bigger
And there will be no more God
Because I’m here
Gabri how splendid you are
Gabri, stop it now
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
I didn’t teach you
What you are doing now is God
You make my heart tremble, you make me stop breathing
Tomorrow it will be late to regret reality
It’s better to live it
It’s better to live it
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Gabri
Gabri
Gabri
Gabri
Gabri
Gabri
Gabri
Gabri
Gabri
