Paroles et traduction Enzo Jannacci - La Costruzione

La Costruzione

E quella volta amò come se fosse l′ultima
E poi baciò sua moglie come se fosse l'ultima
Ed ogni figlio suo come se fosse l′unico
E attraversò la strada col suo passo timido
Salì la costruzione come fosse macchina
Salì sull'impalcatura quattro muri solidi
Mattone su mattone in un disegno logico
Ma gli occhi già impastati di cemento e lacrime
Seduto a riposare come fosse sabato
Mangiata pasta scotta come fosse un principe
Bevuto e singhiozzato come fosse un naufrago
Ballato e riso come se si sentisse musica
Ed inciampò nel cielo come ubriaco fradicio
E fluttuò nell'aria come fosse un passero
E cadde giù per terra come un pacco flaccido
Agonizzando in mezzo del passaggio pubblico
È morto contromano disturbando il traffico

E quella volta amò come se fosse l′ultima
E poi baciò sua moglie come se fosse l′unica
Ed ogni figlio suo come se fosse il prodigo
E attraversò la strada come ubriaco fradicio
Salì la costruzione come fosse insolita
Salì l'impalcatura quattro muri magici
Mattone su mattone in un disegno logico
Ma gli occhi già impastati di cemento e traffico
Seduto a riposare come fosse un principe
Mangiata pasta scotta come fosse il massimo
Bevuto e singhiozzato come fosse macchina
Ballato e riso come fosse il prossimo
Ed inciampò nel cielo come se sentisse musica
E fluttuò nell′aria come fosse sabato
E cadde giù per terra come un pacco timido
Agonizzando in mezzo del passaggio naufrago
È morto contromano disturbando il pubblico

E quella volta amò come se fosse macchina
E poi baciò sua moglie come fosse logico
Lì l'impalcatura quattro muri flaccidi
Seduto a riposare come fosse un passero
E fluttuò nell′aria come fosse un principe
E cadde giù per terra come ubriaco fradicio
È morto contromano disturbando il sabato
Ooohhhh, eeehhhh
Eeehhhh

Construction

And that time he loved as if it were his last
And then kissed his wife as if it were his last
And each of his sons as if he were the only one
And crossed the street with his timid step
Climbed the building as if he were a machine
Climbed the scaffolding four solid walls
Brick upon brick in a logical design
But his eyes already kneaded with cement and tears
Sat down to rest as if it were Saturday
Ate overcooked pasta as if he were a prince
Drank and sobbed as if he were a castaway
Danced and laughed as if he could hear music
And stumbled into the sky like a drunkard
And floated in the air as if he were a sparrow
And fell to the ground like a flaccid package
Lying in agony in the middle of the public passageway
He died driving the wrong way, disrupting traffic

And that time he loved as if it were his last
And then kissed his wife as if she were the only one
And each of his sons as if he were the prodigal son
And crossed the street like a drunkard
Climbed the building as if it were unusual
Climbed the scaffolding four magical walls
Brick upon brick in a logical design
But his eyes already kneaded with cement and traffic
Sat down to rest as if he were a prince
Ate overcooked pasta as if it were the best
Drank and sobbed as if he were a machine
Danced and laughed as if he were next in line
And stumbled into the sky as if he could hear music
And floated in the air as if it were Saturday
And fell to the ground like a timid package
Lying in agony in the middle of the shipwrecked passageway
He died driving the wrong way, disrupting the public

And that time he loved as if he were a machine
And then kissed his wife as if it were logical
There the scaffolding four flaccid walls
Sat down to rest as if he were a sparrow
And floated in the air as if he were a prince
And fell to the ground like a drunkard
He died driving the wrong way, disrupting Saturday
Ooohhhh, eeehhhh
Eeehhhh