Paolo Conte
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Slave of the Politeama
Swear that you will never
deny the God of the mud,
of the habanera and the fandango,
swear to me... swear to me...
swear that never
you will move on to other dances,
as you move into other rooms...
go... there are people who cheer you
/>and longs... come on, go...
Ah, but don't fall into the arms of the world,
your world is here...
Distances and bets, but...
slave to the taste it gives,
you are the celebrity...
Swear that you will never give up your fame,
which makes you at the Politeama
/>the queen of hearts...
Swear that you will have some room in your heart
for this commendator of yours...
Ah, swear that you will never erase with white spirit< br/>that gold paint that lingers
on your genial body...
dance for us the dance of your seven veils,
let us reach the seven heavens... slave!... br/>

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