Valery - Michele Zarrillo

Lei che fuma troppo e beve un po'

lei che vive senza orologio e si diverte nel metro

capelli rossi con un taglio fatto in casa

e un coltello che l’ha difesa

una notte a Berlino est

bella com’e' bella un’orchidea

un sorriso da manifesto

e gli occhi neri di una dea

sotto i vestiti messi un poco alla rinfusa

indumenti di pizzo rosa

che nessuno ha comprato mai

Valery

un’anima sola che non vuole compagnia

gli basta incontrarsi con la luna in osteria

che follia

Valery

gli sfregi sul cuore non si curano cosi'

non è colpa tua se quel bastardo ti tradi'

Valery, Valery

ma da tempo non si vede piu'

e la notte non c’e' nessuno

che bestemmia contro il blu

l’ultima volta l’ho incontrata

la' sul fiume

ripeteva parole strane

chissa' ora dove sara'

Valery

cantava canzoni e ci teneva in allegria

diceva ho vent’anni

ma era solo una bugia

che mania

Valery

odiava l’inverno

ma un inverno se ne ando'

sul carro minore

o sopra l’ultimo metro

Valery, Valery

Valery

gli sfregi sul cuore non si curano cosi'

non è colpa tua se quel bastardo ti tradi'

Valery, Valery

…Valery… Valery…

She who smokes too much and drinks a little

she who lives without a watch and has fun in the subway

red hair with a homemade cut

and a knife that defended it

one night in East Berlin

beautiful as an orchid is beautiful

a poster smile

and the black eyes of a goddess

under the clothes put a little in bulk

pink lace garments

that no one has ever bought

Valery

a lonely soul who does not want company

he just needs to meet with the moon in the tavern

what madness

Valery

the scars on the heart don't heal like that

it's not your fault that bastard cheated on you

Valery, Valery

but it hasn't been seen for some time

and there is no one at night

what a blasphemy against the blue

the last time I met her

over there on the river

he repeated strange words

who knows now where she will be

Valery

she sang songs and kept us happy

he said I am twenty years old

but it was just a lie

what a mania

Valery

he hated winter

but one winter went away

on the lesser chariot

or above the last meter

Valery, Valery

Valery

the scars on the heart don't heal like that

it's not your fault that bastard cheated on you

Valery, Valery

... Valery ... Valery ...