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
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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...