L'Appostamento - Stadio

Dopo giorni d’appostamento fra le sue ciglia

Ho scoperto era mancina di cuore e

Respirava con tutte e due le braccia

Senza entrare in particolari o uscire di senno

Parlava senza bocca a chi faceva mani da mercante …

Si copriva di ridicolo in riva a un mare di guai

Con la stessa mano con cui Scevola mangio' la mela

Con la stessa faccia con cui Caino avveleno' Cenerentola

Mentre Eva rubava la scarpetta a un Settenano …

Vedo specchi grandi come allodole

Sono fatti su o per giu'

Sono storie di mai piu'

Vedo i grandi occhi delle frottole

Sono storie di mai piu' …

Dopo giorni d’appostamento sulle sue spalle

Gli ho scoperto un seno innamorato ed uno sposato

Lei aveva fianchi in mare e la bocca in cielo

Gli inverni tutti al sole e un trucco magico

Un coniglio sulle guance …

Si slegava la schiena a tempo di bossanova

Con la destrezza con cui Garibaldi salpo' da Rotterdam

Con la stessa forza con cui Darwin scopri' la scimmia

E come Bonnie and Clyde rubavano ai giovani per dare ai vecchi …

Vedo pance grandi come favole

Sono fatti o su per giu'

Sono storie di mai piu'

Non si violano le mammole

Sono storie di mai piu'

Vedo gambe tra le nuvole, dove piove quasi mai

Sono fatti o su per giu'

Sono storie di mai piu'

Non si rompono le scatole

Li' c’e' dentro quel che vuoi

Sono storie di mai piu'

Non si aprono le botole

Non si tirano le scoppole

Non si lasciano le briciole

Non si nanano le spippole

Non si girano le trottole

Non si tendono le trappole

Non si osano le aquile

Non si spengono le lucciole

After days of lurking between her lashes

I found out she was left-hearted and

She was breathing with both arms

Without going into details or going out of your mind

She spoke without mouth to those who acted like a merchant ...

She made a fool of herself on the edge of a sea of ​​troubles

With the same hand with which Scevola ate the apple

With the same face with which Cain poisoned Cinderella

While Eva was stealing a shoe from a Settenano ...

I see mirrors as big as larks

They are made up or down

They are stories of never again

I see the big eyes of the lies

These are stories of never again ...

After days of stalking her on his shoulders

I discovered one breast in love and one married

She had hips in the sea and her mouth in the sky

Winters all in the sun and a magic trick

A rabbit on the cheeks ...

She untied her back in bossa nova time

With the dexterity with which Garibaldi sailed from Rotterdam

With the same force with which Darwin discovered the monkey

And how Bonnie and Clyde stole from the young to give to the old ...

I see bellies as big as fairy tales

Are they done or up and down

They are stories of never again

Violets are not violated

They are stories of never again

I see legs in the clouds, where it almost never rains

Are they done or up and down

They are stories of never again

They don't break the boxes

There is what you want inside

They are stories of never again

The hatches do not open

Do not throw the scoppole

Do not leave the crumbs

Spippole are not dwarfed

The tops do not turn

There are no traps

Eagles do not dare

The fireflies do not go out