Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
Ratafia
Ratafià, elixir, aquabuseâ¦
is a bottle shopâ¦
mille-feuilles, tarte auxpommes, chantilly,
it's a pastry shop...
the gaucho as what is
the blue air of the prairie,
the gaucho is happy and will stay and watch...
Life passes, like a señorita, de amorâ¦
opens the fan and puts the hearts in jeopardy,
cheerful shirt that also pleases pelagra, folkloreâ¦
and in traffic and in the hustle and bustle
they took a liking to all this smell, furor...
grut-grut-grut, pot-pot-pot, cling-cling-cling...
it's a traffic African,
only him, paradis, as what is
a Peruvian horn...
think of me, think of me, think of me who don't know what to do,
the cinema is a gaucho sitting in the cafe...
The tired lovers leave the apartments, de amor...
from the sixth floor they slowly descend, shame...
on the sidewalks, they drag tired feet, sweat...
and in the traffic and bustle
the taste of all this love returns, tenor...
Life passes, like a señorita, of love...
opens the fan and puts the hearts at risk,
the pampa waits in a silence of grass, splendor...
for the man-horse to return
into the interval of his stupor, glimmer, dawn...
life passes...

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