Paolo Conte - Sparring partner
Tekst :
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
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Realizing tonight
I tried to call, but I m too scared, I cried too don t think you were alone, I m sorry i could not be there for you, you deserve so much more than me, what we had it s not so bad and I wish you could see that...
The pleasure principle
You might think I m crazy but I m serious
It s better you know now
What I thought was happiness was only part time bliss
You can take a bow
It was all just one big night out on the town
Riding in your limousine
We turned right and...
It s better you know now
What I thought was happiness was only part time bliss
You can take a bow
It was all just one big night out on the town
Riding in your limousine
We turned right and...
10 Powodów
Joł ja wiem ty nie lubisz tych Gurala wywodów,
By mnie znienawidzić dam Ci 10 powodów,
Tak ja wiem ty nie lubisz tych Gurala wywodów,
By mnie znienawidzić dam Ci 10 powodów,
No bo ja wiem ty nie lubisz tych Gurala wywodów,
By mnie znienawidzić...
By mnie znienawidzić dam Ci 10 powodów,
Tak ja wiem ty nie lubisz tych Gurala wywodów,
By mnie znienawidzić dam Ci 10 powodów,
No bo ja wiem ty nie lubisz tych Gurala wywodów,
By mnie znienawidzić...
The sound of white
Like a freeze-dried rose, you will never be,
What you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I listen to the dark,
You ll embrace me like a star,
Envelope me, envelope me...
If things get real for me down here,
What you were, what you were to me in memory.
But if I listen to the dark,
You ll embrace me like a star,
Envelope me, envelope me...
If things get real for me down here,
Zabijać siebie
Życie jak cytrynę wyciskasz
Z taką siłą, że aż sok tryska
Muzyka, trawa, wódka, zabawa
Na głowie stajesz, biją ci brawa
Następna dzika małotata
Ręce ci we włosy wplata
Brzuch ci jeszcze w tym nie przeszkadza
Nie w głowie ci pieniądze, władza...
Z taką siłą, że aż sok tryska
Muzyka, trawa, wódka, zabawa
Na głowie stajesz, biją ci brawa
Następna dzika małotata
Ręce ci we włosy wplata
Brzuch ci jeszcze w tym nie przeszkadza
Nie w głowie ci pieniądze, władza...