If Beale Street Could Talk (Original Motion Picture Score)

Agape

From a Birds Eye View

C Carter

Dabounce

Tranquility

Terracotta Walls

Blink Twice

Never the Same

SOULSTAR

Find a Way

Fly Away (feat. Tia Gordon)

RACCONTANDO IL MIO SOGNO / TELLING MY DREAM
(Testo e musica: Stefano Padoan — © 2025 All rights reserved)

Raccontando il mio sogno,
mi ritraggo da te,
cerco un poco di me.
— Telling my dream,
I step back from you,
looking for a trace of me.

Basta poco, lo sai,
ma un po’, mi vergogno.
— It takes so little, you know,
and yet — I feel a bit ashamed.

Raccontare il mio sogno
sembra proprio un problema
del mio mondo sempre fuori tema.
— Telling my dream
seems like a real issue
from my world, always off-topic.

Di pulsioni negate,
di rancori affiorati,
nel mare, dal mare.
— Of denied desires,
of hidden grudges
rising from the sea,
out of the sea.

Senza chiedermi niente,
se ho sognato
di nuotare, nel mare, di amare.
— Without asking me anything,
if I dreamed
of swimming, in the sea, of loving.

Raccontando il mio sogno,
mi allontano da te,
cerco un poco di me.
— Telling my dream,
I drift away from you,
searching again for me.

Senza chiedermi niente,
se mi va di ballare,
di amare e suonare,
di fare l’amore.
— Without asking me anything,
if I feel like dancing,
loving, playing,
making love.

Raccontare il mio sogno,
sembra proprio un problema
del mio mondo sempre fuori tema.
— Telling my dream
seems like a real issue
from my world, always off-topic.

Senza chiedermi niente,
se ho sognato
di nuotare, nel mare, di amare, di urlare.
— Without asking me anything,
if I dreamed
of swimming, in the sea, of loving, of shouting.

Senza chiedermi niente,
se mi va di ballare,
di ridere e cantare,
di fare l’amore.
— Without asking me anything,
if I feel like dancing,
laughing and singing,
making love.

RACCONTANDO IL MIO SOGNO

A Robin Hood Christmas is a modern London folk myth.

Told through wandering minstrel instruments — wooden flutes, small strings, footsteps and breath — and threaded with the low pulse of the city, the album reimagines the legend of Robin Hood in a winter London where Christmas doesn’t reach everywhere equally.

This is Robin of Epping Forest: moving on foot, off-grid, redistributing what’s pooled too high. Alongside him are Little John, who carries the weight; Maid Marian, who keeps the network alive; Friar Tuck, who offers warmth without judgement; and the Sheriff of Notting Hill, whose power is polite, procedural, and still.

Medieval folk textures blend with subtle modern sounds — jungle fragments, underground drones, glitch echoes — not as contrast, but as continuity. The forest is no longer a place. It’s a practice. It moves where people move.

There are no heroes here. No victories.
Just winter held together — this time.

ROBIN OF EPPING FOREST

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