Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
Man Truck
The signs of my labors and the consideration
for the pity tamed at the bottom of certain glances
and the signs - bitter - of the pleasures endured
Tepid showers have washed and erased them
to return them to a sad race
to which we belong and we know it:
we are naked and alone...
But a truck-man still lives in me
and he will still open a thousand roads for you
in this ocean of moments he will be 
here for you, here for you.
A truck-man who will take you
Between nights and ice he will swing you 
And his little radio will play 
Here for you - and - and - and - and - and -
And from those journeys you will have
one more wrinkle, but also a little bit of sun...
da, da, da, da, da;
and his little radio will play
here for you, here for you
/>you can keep him company if you want...

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