Prosopagnosia - Caparezza, John De Leo

Rullino i tambur, nuovi calembour

Dischi e ancora tour, Whisky, Troubadour

In hotel frutta in più nella nuova DUS

Non ho figli col grembiule nello scuolabus

Quando ascolto i miei coetanei sembrano più grandi

È il vissuto che fa l’età, non i compleanni

Io che mi comporto ancora come i loro pargoli

Tra le mani gli album e non riesco a completarli

Qualcosa sta bloccando l’ingranaggio

«Siccome immobile» sto sul palco del 5 maggio

Cantavo per fuggire dal mondo in un solo slancio

Ora che cantare è il mio mondo ne sono ostaggio

Non sono più lo stesso di un secondo fa

Nel mio caso, fidati, pure un secondo fa

Al mattino la mia voce roca brontola

Dice: ''Mettici una croce sopra'', Golgota

And if you call my name

I don’t recognize it

If I look at my face

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

Ma quale tribuno del popolo

Mi viene sonno, dormo più a lungo di Totoro

Fuori salta tutto in aria con le molotov

Mentre sul divano accorcio il divario con Oblomov

Annoiarmi come fanno gli altri in fondo è meglio

Passo gli anni come Mastroianni in «8 e ½»

Scrivo, va bene, rileggo, non va bene, esco

Vita breve, tipo «di Adele» senza le scene lesbo

Attaccato alla penna come la stampa al cronista

Le parole crociate come santa conquista

Da stacanovista a «staccanovista» perché stacco spesso

E quando scrivo un pezzo qua stappano Crystal

Tanto per quanta fama ricevi

Avrà sempre più paganti la fontana di Trevi

Non ha senso recitare la parte degli incompresi

Con tutti dalla mia parte, con tutti così cortesi

And if you call my name

I don’t recognize it

If I look at my face

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

Non mi riconosco più, prosopagnosia

Sto cantando ma il mio volto non è divertito

Quasi non capisco più quale brano sia

Ogni volta mi riascolto e sono risentito

Un video di chirurgia ricorda a me stesso

Che può essere sgradevole guardarsi dentro

Fino a diventare oggetto del proprio disprezzo

E dire: «Sono io sputato quello nello specchio!»

E non aspetto altro (e non aspetto altro)

Che avere un altro aspetto

A sorpresa vengono fuori come un terno secco

Bollori che tengo dentro come un termos, ecco

Si tratta ancora di me, ma non è lo stesso

Di riposo non ce n'è, qua non è l’ostello

Faccio un ulteriore passo, non dello Stelvio

Via da questo umore basso, livello sterco

If you call my name

I don’t recognize it

If I look at my face

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

Recognize it

Recognize it!

And if you call my name

I don’t recognize it

If i look at my face

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

I don’t recognize it

Roll the tambours, new calembours

Records and more tours, Whiskey, Troubadour

In the hotel more fruit in the new DUS

I have no children with an apron in the school bus

When I listen to my peers they seem older

It is the experience that makes age, not birthdays

I still behave like their little ones

In my hands the albums and I can not complete them

Something is blocking the gear

"As motionless" I am on stage on May 5th

I sang to escape the world in a single rush

Now that singing is my world, I'm hostage to it

I'm not the same as a second ago

In my case, trust me, even a second ago

In the morning my hoarse voice growls

She says, 'Put a cross on it', Golgotha

And if you call my name

I don't recognize it

If I look at my face

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

But as tribune of the people

I get sleepy, I sleep longer than Totoro

Outside everything blows up in the air with the Molotov cocktails

While on the sofa I close the gap with Oblomov

Getting bored like others do is better

I spend my years as Mastroianni in "8 e ½"

I write, okay, reread, not okay, I go out

Short life, "Adele" type without the lesbian scenes

Attached to the pen like the press to the reporter

The crossword puzzles as holy conquest

From workaholic to "detachment" because I often cut off

And when I write a piece here they uncork Crystal

So much for how much fame you get

The Trevi fountain will have more and more paying guests

It makes no sense to play the part of the misunderstood

With everyone on my side, with everyone so courteous

And if you call my name

I don't recognize it

If I look at my face

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I no longer recognize myself, prosopagnosia

I'm singing but my face isn't amused

I almost don't understand what song it is anymore

Each time I listen to it again and I am resentful

A surgery video reminds myself

That it can be unpleasant to look within

Until he becomes the object of his own contempt

And say: "I'm the one who spit in the mirror!"

And I wait no more (and I wait no more)

Than to have another aspect

Surprisingly, they come out as a dry tern

Boils that I keep inside like a thermos, here

It's still about me, but it's not the same

There is no rest, this is not the hostel

I take another step, not of the Stelvio

Get out of this low mood, dung level

If you call my name

I don't recognize it

If I look at my face

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

Recognize it

Recognize it!

And if you call my name

I don't recognize it

If i look at my face

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it

I don't recognize it