Guardia '82 - Brunori SAS

La spiaggia di Guardia rovente

Era piena di gente

Si parlava di sport di Pertini e Bearzot

Io ignaro di questo, ignaro di tutto

Fabbricavo castelli di sabbia

Con paletta e secchiello, ed in testa un cappello

E lei stava senza mutande

Ma io non la guardavo neanche

M’infilavo i braccioli e poi dritto nel ma- a- re Non sapevo neanche cosa fosse l’Amore.

Dieci anni più tardi la vidi vicino a un falò

E bruciava la carne e bruciavano canne

Io stavo seduto da solo a suonar la chitarra

A cantare canzoni a cercare attenzioni

Ma lei non mi guardava neanche

Ed io facevo finta di niente

Ingollavo peroni e inziavo ad urlaaa- aaa- re Delle pene che solo ti sa dare l’amo-oo-re

Sulla spiaggia lattine anni '80

Quando il mare s’incazzae riporta

Ricordi che avevi coperto di sabbia

Palloni arancioni sgonfiati,

Fare ciao ad un treno chepassa

E guardare nel cielo la scia di un aereo

E lei sempre senza mutande

Ed io che non capivo neanche

E scavavo la sabbia cercando tesooo — ooo -ri

E vedevo la vita soltanto a colori

E poi di colpo fra le sue braccia

Noi due stretti sotto la doccia

La paura e la voglia di fare l’amo- oooo- re Il 31 agosto,

C'è una storia che nasce

E un’estate che muore.

The hot beach of Guardia

It was full of people

There was talk of Pertini and Bearzot sports

I am unaware of this, unaware of everything

I made sand castles

With shovel and bucket, and on the head a hat

And she was without panties

But I didn't even look at her

I put on the armrests and then straight into the sea I didn't even know what Love was.

Ten years later I saw her near a bonfire

And they burned the flesh and they burned reeds

I was sitting alone playing the guitar

To sing songs to seek attention

But she didn't even look at me

And I pretended nothing happened

I swallowed people and started screaming at the pains that only she knows how to give you the love-oo-re

On the beach cans from the 80s

When the sea gets angry and returns

Remember you covered in sand

Deflated orange balloons,

Saying goodbye to a passing train

And look at the wake of an airplane in the sky

And she always without panties

And I didn't even understand

And I dug the sand looking for tesooo - ooo -ri

And I saw life only in color

And then suddenly in his arms

The two of us tight in the shower

The fear and the desire to make love - oooo - August 31st,

There is a story that is born

It is a dying summer.