Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
Aguaplano
An airplane
in the blonde and warm air
flies slowly
leaves a beautiful bay-colored world,
where there is the river of January
Come down, pilot,
show me, come down
at a low altitude,
so that you can look better
and be able to tell
br/>what glitters on the great sea...
I am sure of it:
it is truly a concert piano,
with a sound devoid of mystery,
a long grand piano, black
Of course there was
a very complicated story down there...
a long grand piano on the high seas...
And where is there it's a plan
noise,
there are eyes that look for each other,
there are lips that look at each other...
I don't trust,
in certain cases a piano is a cry,
there are legs that touch each other
and temptations that depart
Turn pilot,
let's recover the sky at high altitude,
return to the world with a beautiful bay color,
find me the river of January