Corso Buenos Aires - Lucio Dalla

«Io non ho visto niente

Non ho visto la sua faccia

Passavo di qua

Con mia moglie andavo a caccia…»

«Io l’ho visto da vicino:

Gli occhi erano due sputi

La faccia era gialla

Una faccia da assassino!»

«L'ho visto accarezzare un cane

Avevano lo stesso sguardo:

Cane e uomo morivano di fame»

Ma adesso dov'è?

Ma adesso dov'è?

«Scendeva di corsa le scale

Le scale della metropolitana

In mano ci aveva del tonno

Un salame e una banana

Poi, sul più bello

È spuntato anche il coltello!

E un colpo di qua

E un colpo di là…"

Il cane gli stava sempre dietro

Gli occhi, lo stesso sguardo

Sembravano Cristo con San Pietro

Quand’erano in ritardo

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

«Dev'essere uno slavo

Che dorme e ruba alla stazione

Quegli occhi senza luce…

È senz’altro un mascalzone!»

«Chiamiamo un pulismano

Ho appena visto l’assassino

Dar fastidio a un bambino:

Lo teneva per la mano!»

Il cane, l’uomo e il bambino

Appena mangiato un po' di tonno

Si sono stretti vicino vicino

Forse morivano dal sonno…

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

«Ragioniere, dia a me la borsa

E vada via di corsa

In fondo a quella via

A chiamar la polizia!»

«Non dobbiamo perder tempo!

C'è un bar qui vicino

Si può telefonare

Ci beviamo anche un grappino…»

…arriva volando la volante

Con un furore sacro

Confusa da tutta quella gente

Non frena e fa un massacro

Alla fine della corsa il primo a cadere è il ragioniere che rivoleva la sua

borsa (portateli via!)

Poi toccò a un bagnino che, ancora in mutande, aveva sospeso il lavoro di una

piscina lì vicino (portateli via!)

Falciati, mentre guardavano i lavori in corso, due gemelli in pensione furono

scaricati in un pronto soccorso (portateli via!)

Un salumiere e un tabaccaio, che da anni non si rivolgevano la parola,

approfittarono della confusione per spararsi alcuni colpi di pistola!

Il padre vide la scena, si prese paura e dimenticò il sonno e la fame

Prese per mano il bambino, che disperato piangeva, perché non voleva lasciare

lì il cane

Decisero in fretta di tornare a Barletta e corsero alla stazione

Perché a Milano in agosto, oltre al gran caldo, c'è veramente tanta confusione.

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

Ma allora chi è?

“I haven't seen anything

I didn't see his face

I was passing by

I used to go hunting with my wife ... "

"I saw it up close:

Her eyes were two spits

Her face was yellow

A killer face! "

“I saw him stroking a dog

They had the same look:

Dog and man were dying of hunger "

But where is it now?

But where is it now?

“He was running down the stairs

The stairs of the subway

He had some tuna in his hand

A salami and a banana

Then, on the most beautiful

Even the knife has come out!

And a shot from here

And a shot from there ... "

The dog was always behind him

The eyes, the same look

They looked like Christ with Saint Peter

When they were late

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

'He must be a Slav

Who sleeps and steals at the station

Those eyes without light ...

He is certainly a scoundrel! "

“Let's call a pulismano

I just saw the killer

Annoying a child:

He was holding his hand! "

The dog, the man and the child

Just ate some tuna

They huddled close by

Maybe they were dying of sleep ...

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

'Accountant, give me the purse

And run away

At the bottom of that street

To call the police! "

«We must not waste time!

There is a bar nearby

You can call

We also drink a grappa ... "

... arrives flying the wheel

With a sacred fury

Confused by all those people

It does not brake and makes a massacre

At the end of the race, the first to fall is the accountant who wanted his

bag (take them away!)

Then she touched a lifeguard who, still in his underwear, had suspended the work of one

swimming pool nearby (take them away!)

Mowed down, while they watched the work in progress, two retired twins were

dumped in an emergency room (take them away!)

A butcher and a tobacconist, who had not spoken to each other for years,

they took advantage of the confusion to fire a few gunshots!

The father saw the scene, became afraid and forgot sleep and hunger

He took the child by the hand, who was crying desperately, because he did not want to leave

there the dog

They quickly decided to return to Barletta and ran to the station

Because in Milan in August, in addition to the great heat, there is really a lot of confusion.

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

But who is he then?

But who is he then?