Sindacato Miliardari - Paolo Conte

Un amico bussa alla porta — Chi ??

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— Son io — disse in quell’alba ormai lontana

— Vieni, entra, d?

i moglie, facci un caff?!

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— Perch?

a quest’ora??

un’ora molto strana —

— Tre milioni, devi prestarmeli tu li rendo fra tre giorni o poco pi?

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Sindacato miliardari, io gli ho dato quei denari

e non li ho visti pi?, e neanche lui,

dimmi tu, un domani che dovessi aver

bisogno di quei soldi

allora che far?

Sai com'… non si sa mai…

Un domani… ma quel domani?

gi?

qui

?

diventato oggi tanto in fretta

le mie mani frugano in tasca

e non c'?

neanche pi?

una mezza sigaretta

ma un amico resta un amico, lo so la zecca ha fantasia, il cuore no.

Sindacato miliardari, tu t’intendi di denari

ma di amici no tu non puoi, tu non sai

non capisci la bellezza

di una storia come questa

da-da-da…

All’Avana… sopra un’amaca c'?

lui,

intorno un gran profumo di banana.

Poi chi arriva?

Io con mia moglie, ma gi?!

Venuti dall’Italia ormai lontana,

con la bici… che pedalata fin qua!

ma lui ci guarda in faccia ed ecco l?:

la mia bici… diventa d’oro, ma gi?,

perfino il campanello?

platinato,

e il fanale?

uno smeraldo cos?,

partiamo di volata a perdifiato…

Che sia vero?

che sia un inganno?

chiss?!

O il riverbero del sole che c'?

qua…

A friend knocks on the door - Who ??

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- It's me - she said in that distant dawn

- Come on, come in, d?

i wife, make us a coffee ?!

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- Why?

at this time??

a very strange hour -

- Three million, you have to lend it to me, I'll give it back in three days or so?

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Billionaire Syndicate, I gave him that money

and I haven't seen them anymore, and neither has he,

tell me, a tomorrow I should have

need that money

then what to do?

You know how ... you never know ...

Tomorrow ... but what about tomorrow?

already

here

?

become today so quickly

my hands are rummaging in my pockets

and not c '?

not even more?

half a cigarette

but a friend remains a friend, I know the mint has imagination, the heart does not.

Billionaire syndicate, you know money

but you can't, you don't know about friends

you don't understand beauty

of a story like this

from-from-from ...

In Havana ... is there in a hammock?

he,

around a great scent of banana.

Then who comes?

Me with my wife, but already!

Coming from Italy now far away,

with the bike… what a ride this far!

but he looks us in the face and there it is:

my bike ... turns to gold, but yeah,

even the doorbell?

platinized,

and the headlight?

such an emerald,

let's start at breakneck speed ...

Could it be true?

that it is a deception?

who knows ?!

Or the glare of the sun that's there?

here…