Il marinaio - Ornella Vanoni

Ho visto subito dalla vita in giù

I pantaloni tesi come acciaio

Odor di Spagna e di bordelli francesi

Negli occhi, fuochi lontani

Portava tutto addosso, carne e futuro

Il sangue caldo del suo desiderio

Il fuoco sacro di un’altra avventura

Ed il pugnale sotto la cintura

E sopra il petto bruciato dal sole

Già mi sentivo come in alto mare

E il filo d’oro della sua saliva

Sarebbe stata la mia ragnatela

Con cui legarmi al suo ricordo per sempre

Sputando questa vita fatta di niente

Di quella pelle dura come una corda

Com’ero ingorda, com’ero ingorda

I marinai tra le dita

Hanno un sogno dolce di violenza infinita

Il marinaio mi guardava

E dentro la sua gola la mia sete moriva

E io l’avrei bevuto

L’avrei voluto sopra come un toro infuriato

Ma il coraggio mi mancava e da sotto la sottana

Capivo quanto fosse un angelo ed io vergine e puttana

L’ho visto subito in un bar del porto

E avevo l’anima col fiato corto

Volevo anch’io gustare quel veleno

Farmi strappare la dolcezza dal seno

E sprofondare in una notte di rabbia

Scoprire un altro mondo sotto la sabbia

Un po' d’inferno per scaldarmi le vene

E un po' di miele, un po' di miele

I marinai tra le dita

Hanno un sogno dolce di violenza infinita

Il marinaio mi guardava

E dentro la sua gola la mia sete moriva

E io l’avrei bevuto

L’avrei voluto sopra come un toro infuriato

Ma il coraggio mi mancava e da sotto la sottana

Capivo quanto fosse un angelo ed io…

I marinai tra le dita

Hanno un sogno dolce di violenza infinita

Il marinaio mi guardava

E dentro la sua gola la mia sete moriva

E io l’avrei bevuto

L’avrei voluto sopra come un toro infuriato

Ma il coraggio mi mancava e da sotto la sottana

Capivo quanto fosse un angelo ed io…

Il marinaio mi guardava…

I saw immediately from the waist down

Trousers stretched like steel

Smell of Spain and French brothels

In the eyes, distant fires

He wore everything on him, flesh and future

The warm blood of his desire

The sacred fire of another adventure

And the dagger under the belt

And above the sunburnt chest

I already felt like I was on the high seas

And the golden thread of his saliva

It would have been my web

With which to bond with his memory of him forever

Spitting out this life made of nothing

Of that skin as hard as a rope

How greedy I was, how greedy I was

The sailors between the fingers

They have a sweet dream of infinite violence

The sailor looked at me

And inside his throat my thirst died

And I would have drunk it

I would have liked him on top like a raging bull

But the courage I lacked and from under the skirt

I understood how much an angel she was and I was a virgin and a whore

I immediately saw it in a bar in the port

And my soul was short of breath

I also wanted to taste that poison

Make me tear the sweetness from the breast

And sink into a night of rage

Discover another world in the sand

A little bit of hell to warm my veins

And a little honey, a little honey

The sailors between the fingers

They have a sweet dream of infinite violence

The sailor looked at me

And inside his throat my thirst died

And I would have drunk it

I would have liked him on top like a raging bull

But the courage I lacked and from under the skirt

I understood how much an angel he was and I ...

The sailors between the fingers

They have a sweet dream of infinite violence

The sailor looked at me

And inside his throat my thirst died

And I would have drunk it

I would have liked him on top like a raging bull

But the courage I lacked and from under the skirt

I understood how much an angel he was and I ...

The sailor looked at me ...