Tango Per Due - Francesco Guccini

Coppia che sta silenziosa, un po' rigida e in posa a ballare una sera:

la vita è solo una cosa rimasta indietro, non c'è più, ma c’era;

composta e indomenicata, eleganza sfuocata raggiunta a fatica,

l’oggi ha cambiato facciata, ma di quell’ieri passato io so

che tante ne potreste raccontare e il ricordo stempera e non guasta,

quante cose e facce da narrare che come si dice un romanzo non basta,

nate con un rapido: «a domani», continuate in giorni di «sì» e «no»

lampi sotto cieli suburbani e raffica il tango che vi presentò.

Lui biella, stantuffo, leva, muscoli, grinta, officina, sole,

lei quiete, chitarra, vela, segreti, donna, calore, viole,

lui bar, alcol, nicotina, capelli indietro, cravatta, bici,

lei raion, lei signorina, la permanente coi ricci.

Coppia di fronte a un bianchino, anonimo vino frizzante anidride:

la vita che buffa cosa, ma se lo dici nessuno ride.

Coppia legata dai giorni, partenze e ritorni, fortezza e catena,

datemi i vostri ricordi, ditemi che ne valeva la pena.

Ora le luci son spente, sta uscendo la gente, saluti e rumore,

ditemi che avete in mente, come una volte, di fare l’amore,

quello che è stato il segreto di un prato o di un greto,

del buio d’un viale,

quel gioco ardente e discreto, d’allora sempre diverso ed uguale…

Chi lo sa se ciò che è da cercare,

ciò che non sai mai se vuoi o non vuoi,

sia così banale da trovare, sia lungo ogni strada,

sia a fianco di noi,

perso in tante scatole di odori, angoli e tendine che non so

impronte di paesaggi e di colori,

manciata di un tango che vi accompagnò.

Lui biella, stantuffo, leva, muscoli, grinta, officina, sole,

lei quiete, chitarra, vela, segreti, donna, calore, viole,

lui bar, alcol, nicotina, capelli indietro, cravatta, bici,

lei raion, lei signorina, lei lei.

Couple standing quiet, a little stiff and posing to dance one night:

life is just something left behind, it is no longer there, but it was there;

composed and indomenicata, fuzzy elegance achieved with difficulty,

today has changed its face, but I know about yesterday's past

that you could tell so many and the memory softens and does not spoil,

how many things and faces to tell that, as a novel is said, is not enough,

born with a quick: "see you tomorrow", continue in "yes" and "no" days

lightning under suburban skies and burst the tango he presented to you.

He connecting rod, piston, lever, muscles, determination, workshop, sun,

she stills, guitar, sail, secrets, woman, warmth, violets,

he bar, alcohol, nicotine, hair back, tie, bike,

she raion, she miss, the perm with curls.

Couple in front of a bianchino, anonymous anhydride sparkling wine:

life what a funny thing, but if you say it no one laughs.

Couple tied up by days, departures and returns, fortress and chain,

give me your memories, tell me it was worth it.

Now the lights are out, people are going out, greetings and noise,

tell me that you have in mind, as in the past, to make love,

what was the secret of a meadow or a shore,

of the darkness of an avenue,

that ardent and discreet game, since then always different and the same ...

Who knows if what is to look for,

what you never know if you want or don't want,

is so trivial to find, both along every street,

be by our side,

lost in so many boxes of smells, nooks and crannies that I don't know

footprints of landscapes and colors,

handful of a tango that accompanied you.

He connecting rod, piston, lever, muscles, determination, workshop, sun,

she stills, guitar, sail, secrets, woman, warmth, violets,

he bar, alcohol, nicotine, hair back, tie, bike,

she raion, she miss, she she.