Casanova - Angelo Branduardi

Camminava verso Venezia Casanova

Come un gabbiano a sera torna al nido

Fra le ombre profumate

Di donne mai dimenticate

Lo accompagnava verso casa

Lo nostalgia…

Ora viene la notte

Ora viene l’inverno, Casanova…

Solo, lungo quella strada polverosa

Inquieto se ne andava verso il mare

Nei riflessi dei canali

Figure mascherate

Stagioni lontane e giardini

Illuminati…

Ora viene la notte

Ora viene l’inverno, Casanova…

Cento notti, cento donne in una vita

Meravigliose vergini e puttane

Una favola inventata

Ormai la giovinezza…

Splendori, miseria, gloria e

Malinconia…

Ora viene la notte

Ora viene l’inverno, Casanova…

Casanova was walking towards Venice

Like a seagull in the evening it returns to the nest

Among the perfumed shadows

Of women never forgotten

She accompanied him home

Nostalgia ...

Now comes the night

Now winter comes, Casanova ...

Alone, along that dusty road

Restless he went towards the sea

In the reflections of the channels

Masked figures

Distant seasons and gardens

Illuminati ...

Now comes the night

Now winter comes, Casanova ...

A hundred nights, a hundred women in a lifetime

Wonderful virgins and whores

An invented fable

Youth now ...

Splendors, misery, glory and

Meloncholy…

Now comes the night

Now winter comes, Casanova ...