Paroles et traduction Caparezza feat. John De Leo - Prosopagnosia

Prosopagnosia

Rullino i tambur, nuovi calembour
Dischi e ancora tour, Whisky, Troubadour
In hotel frutta in più nella nuova DUS
Non ho figli col grembiule nello scuola-bus
Quando ascolto i miei coetanei sembrano più grandi
È il vissuto che fa l'età non i compleanni
Io che mi comporto ancora come i loro pargoli
Tra le mani gli album e non riesco a completarli
Qualcosa sta bloccando l'ingranaggio
"Siccome immobile", sto sul palco del 5 maggio
Cantavo per fuggire dal mondo in un solo slancio
Ora che cantare è il mio mondo ne sono ostaggio
Non sono più lo stesso di un secondo fa
Nel mio caso, fidati, pure un secondo fa
Al mattino la mia voce roca brontola
Dice, "Mettici una croce sopra", Golgota
And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
Ma quale tribuno del popolo
Mi viene sonno, dormo più a lungo di Totoro
Fuori salta tutto in aria con le molotov
Mentre sul divano accorcio il divario con Oblomov
Annoiarmi come fanno gli altri in fondo è meglio
Passo gli anni come Mastroianni in "8 e 1/2"
Scrivo, va bene, rileggo, non va bene, esco
Vita breve, tipo "di Adele" senza le scene lesbo
Attaccato alla penna come la stampa al cronista
Le parole crociate come santa conquista
Da stacanovista, "staccanovista", perché stacco spesso
E quando scrivo un pezzo qua stappano Crystal
Tanto per quanta fama ricevi
Avrà sempre più paganti la fontana di Trevi
Non ha senso recitare la parte degli incompresi
Con tutti dalla mia parte, con tutti così cortesi
And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
Non mi riconosco più, prosopagnosia
Sto cantando, ma il mio volto non è divertito
Quasi non capisco più quale brano sia
Ogni volta mi riascolto e sono risentito
Un video di chirurgia ricorda a me stesso
Che può essere sgradevole guardarsi dentro
Fino a diventare oggetto del proprio disprezzo
E dire, "Sono io sputato quello nello specchio!"
E non aspetto altro (E non aspetto altro)
Che avere un altro aspetto
A sorpresa vengono fuori come un terno secco
Bollori che tengo dentro come un thermos, ecco
Si tratta ancora di me, ma non è lo stesso
Di riposo non ce n'è, qua non è l'ostello
Faccio un ulteriore passo, non dello Stelvio
Via da questo umore basso, livello sterco
If you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
Recognize it
Recognize it
And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it

Prosopagnosia

Drums roll, new puns
Records and more tours, Whisky, Troubadour
In hotels, extra fruit in the new DUS
I don't have children with aprons on the school bus
When I listen to my peers, they seem older
It's the lived experience that makes age, not birthdays
Me, still behaving like their little ones
With albums in my hands, unable to complete them
Something is blocking the gears
"Since immobile", I'm on the May 5th stage
I used to sing to escape the world in one go
Now that singing is my world, I'm its hostage
I'm no longer the same as a second ago
In my case, trust me, even a second ago
In the morning, my hoarse voice grumbles
It says, "Put a cross over it", Golgotha
And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
What kind of tribune of the people
I get sleepy, I sleep longer than Totoro
Outside, everything blows up with Molotov cocktails
While on the couch, I shorten the gap with Oblomov
Getting bored like others do is ultimately better
I spend the years like Mastroianni in "8½"
I write, it's fine, I reread, it's not fine, I go out
Short life, like "Blue is the Warmest Colour" without the lesbian scenes
Attached to the pen like the press to the reporter
Crossword puzzles as a holy conquest
As a workaholic, "work-break-aholic", because I often take breaks
And when I write a piece here, they pop Crystal
As much fame as you receive
The Trevi Fountain will always have more payers
It makes no sense to play the part of the misunderstood
With everyone on my side, with everyone so courteous
And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize myself anymore, prosopagnosia
I'm singing, but my face is not amused
I hardly understand what song it is anymore
Every time I listen to myself, I feel resentful
A surgery video reminds me
That it can be unpleasant to look inside yourself
To the point of becoming the object of your own contempt
And saying, "It's me spitting, the one in the mirror!"
And I don't wait for anything else (And I don't wait for anything else)
Than to have a different look
Surprisingly, they come out like a dry triplet
Emotions that I keep inside like a thermos, here
It's still me, but it's not the same
There's no rest here, this is not a hostel
I take another step, not of the Stelvio
Away from this low mood, level of excrement
If you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
Recognize it
Recognize it
And if you call my name
I don't recognize it
If I look at my face
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it
I don't recognize it