The stars are many millions of millions,
the lamplight is reflected on the shiny road. Sitting
or not seated, I always do my part,
with the core and the heart that will not start.
But John, I still remember, but
is a memory that is worth ten pounds,
and there is nothing to understand.
My wife has many, many men, each
is a gamble,
lost every morning, coffee in the mirror.
I love her wrinkles, but she does not understand,
has a heart of a baker and perhaps betrays me.
But John was the best, but
is a memory that is worth ten pounds,
and there is nothing to understand.
If you were ice, and I was made of snow,
how cold my love, think carefully to make love.
E 'right what you say, but your kicks hurt,
I envy you nothing and have nothing special.
But if your eyes were cherries,
I would have nothing to say,
and there is nothing to understand.
E 'love too long, we play chess,
tell me that you're winning and they laugh like crazy.
But I did not know who was playing, I can give it to you
won, keep my life
But if one day return to these parts,
bring me back my eyes and your rifle.
And there's nothing to understand.
(Francesco De Gregori album of 1974)
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