Paolo Conte - Pittori della domenica

Tekst :

Eccoli li, lungo le strade,
come a cercare segrete plaghe.
Le mogli a casa sempre arrabbiate
per qualche ora le hanno ripudiate;
generalmente han sguardi buoni
sovente ingenui e un po da bambinoni
c sempre in loro un podi dramma
a capirli solo la loro mamma.

Pitori della domenica

Eccoli l, con gli occhi attenti,
a radunare di s mille frammenti
dispersi in giro per leternit
da una particolare sensibilit

Oggi vien male questo celeste.
Ma no, il ricordo delle tue,
delle tue tempeste -
C sempre in loro un podi scena
di amore e morte unaltalena.

Inne utwory

  • Legendary
  • Il maestro
  • La Java javanaise
  • Cosa sai di me
  • Reveries
  • Pasta diva
  • Bamboolah
  • Baci senza memoria
  • Blue notte
  • Roba di amilcare
  • Les tam-tam du paradis
  • Come mi vuoi
  • Azzurro
  • Sparring partner
  • Spassiunatamente
  • Un vecchio errore
  • Troppo difficile
  • La vera musica
  • Losowe utwory

    Fulfilling

    The life s torn from you, there is nowhere to turn.
    You re all alone, you feel hollow and empty.
    Nothing you do can suppress the heartache that you feel.
    The only strength you have is used to cry in misery.
    Could you fill the hole you ve made inside your heart,
    when you can...

    My need

    My love
    My need
    Tonight
    I feel so tight
    My love
    My need
    Tonight
    Just how I like

    I know
    You know
    What exactly is on my mind
    I can t help
    Myself
    Part of how I feel tonight
    Won t make
    Excuses
    I just want you inside baby

    Season wrap - florilegium

    How many purple leaves
    Fall down at the ground during winter
    How many green and yellow leaves
    Slides up to my eyes
    Slips in my heart
    How many dry leaves
    I ve already treaded
    Ana how many of them
    I ve to see fall down
    I ve to see to...

    To your grave

    Minutes till dawn, I ma wake
    Stare at the phone, and I wait
    Daylight creeps in, through the blinds
    Strong as I ve been, well I was lyin

    But now I ve lost control
    It s hard but I ve found my soul

    Minutes till dawn, by myself
    Stare at the phone, short of...

    A bigger mood

    I need a bigger mood
    To block out the sun
    I don t wanna see what I ve become
    And you could fight your way
    Get back what you really want
    It s nothing special anyway

    Yea you re always in my way...