Sparring Partner - Paolo Conte

Un macaco senza storia,

dice lei di lui,

che gli manca la memoria

infondo ai guanti bui

ma il suo sguardo una veranda,

tempo al tempo e lo vedrai,

che si addentra nella giungla,

no, non incontrarlo mai

Ho guardato in fondo al gioco

tutto qui?

ma — sai —

sono un vecchio sparring partner

e non ho visto mai

una calma pi tigrata,

pi segreta di cos,

prendi il primo pullmann, via

tutto il reso gi poesia

Avr pi di quarantanni

e certi applausi ormai

son dovuti per amore,

non incontrarlo mai

stava l nel suo sorriso

a guardar passare i tram,

vecchia pista da elefanti

stesa sopra al macadm

A macaque with no history,

she says about him,

that he lacks memory

infuse the dark gloves

but her look at him a veranda,

time to time and you will see it,

that he goes into the jungle,

no, never meet him

I looked at the bottom of the game

that's all?

but you know -

I am an old sparring partner

and I've never seen

a more tiger calm,

more secret than that,

take the first bus, go

all made already poetry

He will be over forty

and some applause now

are due for love,

never meet him

there was her in his smile

watching the trams go by,

old elephant track

spread over the macadm