Blue Tangos - Paolo Conte

Sul ritmo scuro di una danza

piena di sogni e di sapienza

la donna accoglie i suoi ricordi

anche i pi stupidi e balordi

c in lei una specie di cielo

unacqua di naufragio, un volo

dove giustifica e perdona

tutta la vita mascalzona

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Parigi accoglie i suoi artisti

pittori, mimi, musicisti

offrendo a tutti quel che beve

e quel fiume suo pieno di neve

e la illusione di capire

con larte il vivere e il morire

su antichi applausi a fior di pelle

di molte donne ancora molto belle

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Tra le ombre verdi di un bovindo

gustando unacqua al tamarindo

luomo che ha niente da inventare

prova a sognare, prova a sognare

e prova gli attimi e le stelle

e le fontane e le piastrelle

e i bagni turchi e ogni altra stanza

ma tutto ormai sventola e danza

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On the dark rhythm of a dance

full of dreams and wisdom

the woman welcomes his memories

even the most stupid and foolish

there is a kind of sky in her

a shipwreck water, a flight

where she justifies and forgives

all life rascal

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Paris welcomes its artists

painters, mimes, musicians

offering everyone what he drinks

and that river of hers full of snow

and the illusion of understanding

with art living and dying

on ancient skin-deep applause

of many still very beautiful women

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Among the green shadows of a bay window

enjoying tamarind water

the man who has nothing to invent

try to dream, try to dream

and experience the moments and the stars

and the fountains and the tiles

and the Turkish baths and every other room

but now everything is waving and dancing

blue tango