Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
A day at the seaside
A day at the seaside
alone and with a thousand lire
I came to see
this water and the people who are there
the sun that shines stronger
the noise of the world is what it is
I look for reasons and reasons for this life
but the era mine seems to have been made for a few hours
the laughter of the ladies falls on my head
I look but waitress
she doesn't speak she's a foreigner
I'm telling lies to a guy
sitting on a car further away 
a car that smells of paint,
of women, of speed 
and over there I hear dips in the sea,
in the sun or in time who knows ,
children shouting,
balloons dancing
You are left alone,
sweet Madonna alone,
in the shadows of a dream
or perhaps of a distant photograph from the sea
with only a geranium and a balcony
The night shines in your eyes
of a whole life spent looking
at the stars far from the sea
and there my era is yours
and that of the grandparents of the grandparents
lived over the years thinking
A day at the seaside
so much for us to die
in the shadows of a dream
or perhaps of a photograph far from the sea
with only a geranium and a balcony

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