La musica dell'inconscio - Enrico Ruggeri

Nello scompartimento vuoto

lui si era messo in libert?,

in quella sera che se ne andava via

lungo la ferrovia.

Con l’acquazzone che ristagna

tra i marciapiedi e un luna park,

pioggia che bagna il bavero al palt?,

lui canticchiava un po'.

Na na…

La situazione era pesante:

lui che non la voleva pi?,

lei che capiva che lui andava via.

Quanta malinconia…

Mentre l’amore vacillava

alla fermata di quel tram,

lui si vergognava della sua serenit?,

ma la cantava gi?.

Na na…

Nella sua camera addobbata

con manifest di rockstars,

altri sorrisi, ancora novit?.

Lei sta cantando gi?.

Na na…

Na na…

Na na…

Na na…

In the empty compartment

he had set free ?,

on that evening that he was leaving

along the railway.

With the downpour that stagnates

between the sidewalks and an amusement park,

rain that wets the lapel to the coat ?,

he hummed a little.

Na na ...

The situation was heavy:

he who didn't want her anymore,

she who understood that he was leaving.

How much melancholy ...

While love faltered

at that tram stop,

Was he ashamed of her serenity?

but he sang it already.

Na na ...

In her decorated room

with rockstars manifest,

other smiles, more news.

She is singing down.

Na na ...

Na na ...

Na na ...

Na na ...