La vera musica - Paolo Conte

Ci va carattere e fisarmonica,

senso del brivido e solitudine

per far musica, la grande musica

con gli occhi a mandorla, e non si sa perch?

non si sa perch?

La vera musica, che sa far ridere

e all’improvviso ti aiuta a piangere?

la grande musica frequenta l’anima

col buio inutile, e non si sa perch?, e non si sa perch?

Quando ti guardano con gli occhi torbidi

le donne dei tuoi amici?

e tu capisci e non capisci!!!

Ma c'?

la musica che tutto domina

col buio inutile, e non si sa perch?, e non si sa perch?

There goes character and accordion,

sense of thrill and loneliness

to make music, great music

with almond-shaped eyes, and you don't know why?

you do not know why?

Real music, which knows how to make you laugh

and suddenly it helps you cry?

great music frequents the soul

with the useless darkness, and you don't know why ?, and you don't know why?

When they look at you with cloudy eyes

your friends' women?

and you understand and you don't understand !!!

But there?

the music that dominates everything

with the useless darkness, and you don't know why ?, and you don't know why?