Lyrics and translation Paolo Conte - Vamp (Live)

Vamp (Live)

Tu col tuo bel sorriso amaro
In primo piano, ma cos'??
Ti carica come un somaro
Di oro e smeraldi, un narghil??
Non era America, chiss?
Non era Africa, chiss?
La vecchia via del variet??
Tu col tuo passo incomparabile
Andavi lenta e incomprensibile
Come il voto del dirigibile
Sopra la folla impressionabile?
Non era America, chiss?
Non era Africa, chiss?
La vecchia via del variet??
Io non capivo niente
Guardavo la gente
E la faccia che ha
E mi aspettavo di tutto
Di bello e di brutto
Col caldo che fa?
C'era di tutto in quel sorriso
Ma in quella stanza quasi niente,
L' aria di un vecchio paradiso
In un silenzio travolgante?
Non era America, chiss?
Non era Africa, chiss?
La vecchia via del variet??
E i giorni andati sono andati
Nel gusto bruto del tamburo
Nel fascino di certe stelle
Sparate contro il cielo scuro
Non era America, chiss?
Non era Africa, chiss?
La vecchia via del variet??
Io non capivo un tubo
Guardavo il lavabo
E la faccia che fa,
E intanto mi consolavo,
Bevevo e fumavo
Da un' eternit??
Ma era pur sempre il mio mestiere,
Accompagnatore di una star
Oasi di carovaniere? come avere e non avere?
Non era America, chiss?
Non era Africa, chiss?
La vecchia via del variet??

Vamp (Live)

With your bittersweet smile
In the foreground, but what??
It loads you up like a donkey
Of gold and emeralds, a hookah??
Wasn't America, who knows?
Wasn't Africa, who knows?
The old vaudeville way??
With your incomparable stride
You went slowly and incomprehensibly
Like the vote of the dirigible
Over the impressionable crowd?
Wasn't America, who knows?
Wasn't Africa, who knows?
The old vaudeville way??
I didn't understand anything
I looked at the people
And the face you have
And I expected everything
Of good and bad
In this heat?
There was everything in that smile
But in that room almost nothing,
The air of an old paradise
In an overwhelming silence?
Wasn't America, who knows?
Wasn't Africa, who knows?
The old vaudeville way??
And the days gone by are gone
In the raw taste of the drum
In the fascination of certain stars
Shot into the dark sky
Wasn't America, who knows?
Wasn't Africa, who knows?
The old vaudeville way??
I didn't understand a thing
I looked at the sink
And the face it makes,
And in the meantime I consoled myself,
Drank and smoked
For an eternity??
But it was still my trade,
Accompanist to a star
Oasis of caravaners? what is it to have and not to have?
Wasn't America, who knows?
Wasn't Africa, who knows?
The old vaudeville way??