Costruzione - Ornella Vanoni

Amò tutta la notte come fosse l’ultima

Baciò la Donna sua come se fosse l’ultima

Ed ogni figlio suo come se fosse l’unico

E attraversò la strada col suo passo timido

Salì la costruzione come fosse macchina

Alzò sul ballatoio due pareti solide

Mattone per mattone in un disegno magico

Con gli occhi pieni zeppi di cemento e lacrime

Sedette a riposare come fosse sabato

Mangiò pane e formaggio come fosse un principe

Bevette e singhiozzò come se fosse un naufrago

Ballò e gorgogliò come ascoltasse musica

Ed inciampò nel cielo come un vecchio comico

E fluttuò nell’aria come fosse un passero

A terra si afflosciò come un pacchetto flaccido

Agonizzò nel mezzo del passeggio pubblico

Si spense contromano, ostacolando il traffico

Amò tutta la notte come fosse l’ultimo

Baciò la Donna sua come se fosse l’unica

Ed ogni figlio suo come se fosse il prodigo

E attraversò la strada col suo passo comico

Salì la costruzione come fosse un solido

Alzò sul ballatoio due pareti magiche

Mattone per mattone in un disegno logico

Con gli occhi pieni zeppi di cemento e traffico

Sedette a riposare come fosse un principe

Mangiò pane e formaggio come fosse il massimo

Bevette e singhiozzò come se fosse macchina

Ballò e gorgogliò come se fosse il prossimo

Ed inciampò nel cielo come ascoltasse musica

E fluttuò nell’aria come fosse sabato

A terra si afflosciò come un pacchetto timido

Agonizzò nel mezzo del passaggio un naufrago

Si spense contromano, ostacolando il pubblico

Amò tutta la notte come fosse macchina

Baciò la Donna sua come se fosse logico

Alzò sul ballatoio due pareti flaccide

Sedette a riposare come fosse un passero

E fluttuò nell’aria come fosse principe

A terra si afflosciò come un pacchetto comico

Si spense contromano, ostacolando il sabato

He loved all night as if it were the last

He kissed her Woman as if she were the last

And each child of her as if he were the only one

And she crossed the street with her shy step

She went up the building like a car

He raised two solid walls on the gallery

Brick by brick in a magical design

With eyes full of cement and tears

She sat down to rest like it was Saturday

He ate bread and cheese like a prince

She drank and sobbed as if she were a castaway

She danced and gurgled as she listened to music

Ed stumbled across the sky like an old comedian

And he floated in the air like a sparrow

On the ground she sagged like a flaccid package

He agonized in the middle of the public stroll

He went out in the wrong direction, blocking traffic

He loved all night as if he were the last

He kissed his Woman as if she were the only one

And every son of him as if he were the prodigal

And he crossed the street with his comic step

He climbed the building as if it were a solid

He raised two magical walls on the balcony

Brick by brick in a logical design

With eyes full of concrete and traffic

He sat down to rest like a prince

He ate bread and cheese like it was the best

He drank and sobbed like he was a car

She danced and gurgled as if she were next

And he stumbled across the sky as if he were listening to music

And it floated in the air as if it were Saturday

On the ground it sagged like a shy package

A castaway dying in the middle of the passage

He went out in the wrong direction, hindering the audience

He loved all night like a car

He kissed her Woman as if it were logical

He raised two flaccid walls on the balcony

He sat down to rest like a sparrow

And he floated in the air as if he were a prince

On the ground it went limp like a comic packet

It went out in the wrong direction, hindering Saturday