Paolo Conte
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An Old Error
An old error wants to chase me
and chain me and drag me there in front
of every mirror to tell me: look at yourself...
I don't look at myself, I look away...
I know this story by heart too well
it's the same whether it isn't there or whether it is...
the mirror tries to swallow it
in appearance
pride - that's what I want -
of my absence
see, I've already paid my penny of truth...
an old mistake paid dearly, a stingy gesture,
I had a hard heart then... I was more bitter...
I was younger...
nothing at all... explain to people
/>what does it mean, what does it mean to love love,
without ever making even a single mistake...
try to swallow the mirror
in its dark water
don't the appearance, but the face
that the absence, spoils...
you see, you see... I have already paid my penny of truth...
an old mistake paid dearly, in a stingy gesture,
I had a hard heart then... I was more bitter...
I was younger...
nothing at all... explain it to people
what does it mean, what it means loving love,
without ever making a single mistake...

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