La Zarzamora - Paolo Conte

Tre passi di danza,

In fondo alla stanza

Seta pura troverai,

La nonna, la gonna,

Il filo, Arianna,

Il Minotauro?

Che bella ragazza,

E come ramazza

Con la coda i passi dei?

Dei suoi spasimanti,

Centravanti

Cicisbei?

Sulle labbra il mio color,

Amaranto incantator,

Come fuoco delirante

Di amaro amor,

Zarzamora, ormai

Ramazzi tutto e da qui te ne vai

Vuoi andartene di qua

Sulla via del Paran?

Negli specchi dell’oceano

Ti vuoi guardar,

Centometrista, sei gi?

Coi tuoi bauli in un’altra citt?

Citt?

nuovo stampo,

Citt?

bastimento,

Ha opinioni tutte sue,

?

ringhio,?

tango,

Ha voci azzure,

Scarpe a punta e ritma in due

Fanatismo provincial,

Surrealismo primordial,

Di un barocco madornale,

Transcendental

Vedo sempre il mio color,

Che dipinge il tuo splendor,

L’amaranto di un umano,

Supremo amor?

Zarzamora, sei gi?,

Coi tuoi bauli in un’altra citt?

!

Three dance steps,

At the end of the room

You will find pure silk,

The grandmother, the skirt,

The thread, Ariadne,

The Minotaur?

What a nice girl,

And as a broom

With the tail the footsteps of?

Of her suitors,

Center forward

Cicisbei?

On my lips my color,

Amaranth incantator,

Like delusional fire

Of bitter love,

Zarzamora now

You blow everything up and go from here

You want to get out of here

On the way to Paran?

In the mirrors of the ocean

Do you want to look at yourself,

Centometrista, are you already?

With your trunks in another city?

City

new mold,

City

ship,

He has opinions all of her,

?

growl ,?

tango,

She has blue voices,

Pointed shoes and rhythm in two

Provincial fanaticism,

Primordial surrealism,

Of a grand baroque,

Transcendental

I always see my color,

That paints your splendor,

The amaranth of a human,

Supreme love?

Zarzamora, are you already ?,

With your trunks in another city?

!