L'Orchestrina - Paolo Conte

Ride la stella Aldebaran

ride e fa to be to be to be or not to be

ride la stella ride e fa

trallalà to be to be to be or not to be

e suona suona l’orchestrina

un motivetto da ballare

hanno la faccia malandrina

ma sono stanchi di suonare suonare

si sta spogliando un’odalisca

è già da un’ora che lo fa

esasperante il suo languore aiuto l’orchestrina del mio cuor

ride la stella Aldebaran

ride e fa to be to be to be or not to be

ride la stella ride e fa

trallallà to be to be to be or not to be

ah l’odalisca adesso è nuda

e muove i fianchi in qua e in là

fuori le palme e il vento suda

aria di pioggia e di infelicità

arriva un tipo di Milano

tutto nottabulo languor

mette la mancia sopra il piano

e chiede che si suoni ancora ancor

si suona si suona ancora orchestrina

che poi vedrai che se ne andrà

suonate «bella Madunina»

forza orchestrina del mio cuor

ride la stella aldebaran

ride e fa to be to be to be or not to be

ride la stella ride e fa

trallallà to be to be to be or not to be

ma prima ancora che finisca

altro pensiero ha da pensare

c'è da portare l’odalisca

a fare quattro passi in riva al mare

lo vuol vedere mentre albeggia

esasperante è il suo languor

nel buio che ci ho una scorreggia

ah ah brava orchestrina del mio cuor

(Grazie a LINDA per questo testo e ad Adolfo per le correzioni)

Laughs the star Aldebaran

laughs and does to be to be to be or not to be

laughs the star laughs and goes

trallalà to be to be to be or not to be

and plays the orchestra

a tune to dance

they have a mischievous face

but they are tired of playing

an odalisque is undressing

it has been doing this for an hour

exasperating his languor I help the orchestra of my heart

laughs the star Aldebaran

laughs and does to be to be to be or not to be

laughs the star laughs and goes

trallallà to be to be to be or not to be

ah the odalisque is now naked

and moves your hips here and there

palm trees outside and the wind sweats

air of rain and unhappiness

comes a guy from Milan

all nighttime languor

tip above the floor

and asks that it be played again

you play you play orchestrina again

that then you will see that it will go away

play "bella Madunina"

orchestrated strength of my heart

laughs the star aldebaran

laughs and does to be to be to be or not to be

laughs the star laughs and goes

trallallà to be to be to be or not to be

but before it even ends

other thought has to think about

you have to wear the odalisque

to take a stroll by the sea

he wants to see it as it dawns

exasperating is his languor

in the dark that I have a fart

ah ah good orchestra of my heart

(Thanks to LINDA for this text and to Adolfo for corrections)