Paroles et traduction Lucio Dalla - Corso Buenos Aires

Corso Buenos Aires

Io non ho visto niente
Non ho visto la sua faccia
Passavo di qua
Con mia moglie andavo a caccia
Io l′ho visto da vicino
Gli occhi erano due sputi
La faccia era gialla
Una faccia da assassino
L'ho visto accarezzare un cane
Avevano lo stesso sguardo
Cane e uomo morivano di fame
Ma adesso dov′è?
Ma adesso dov'è?
Scendeva di corsa le scale
Le scale della metropolitana
In mano ci aveva del tonno
Un salame e una banana
Poi, sul più bello
È spuntato anche il coltello
E un colpo di qua, e un colpo di là
Il cane gli stava sempre dietro
Gli occhi, lo stesso sguardo
Sembravano Cristo con San Pietro
Quando erano in ritardo
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Dev'essere uno slavo
Che dorme e ruba alla stazione
Quegli occhi senza luce
È senz′altro un mascalzone
Chiamiamo un pulismano
Ho appena visto l′assassino
Dar fastidio a un bambino
Lo teneva per la mano
Il cane, l'uomo e il bambino
Appena mangiato un po′ di tonno
Si sono stretti vicino vicino
Forse morivano dal sonno
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Ragioniere, dia a me la borsa
E vada via di corsa in fondo a quella via
A chiamar la polizia
Non dobbiamo perder tempo
C'è un bar qui vicino
Si può telefonare
Ci beviamo anche un grappino
Arriva volando la volante
Con un furore sacro
Confusa da tutta quella gente non frena
E fa un massacro
Alla fine della corsa il primo a cadere
È il ragioniere che rivoleva la sua borsa (portateli via)
Poi toccò a un bagnino che, ancora in mutande
Aveva sospeso il lavoro in una piscina lì vicino (portateli via)
Falciati mentre guardavano i lavori in corso
Due gemelli in pensione
Furono scaricati in un pronto soccorso (portateli via)
Un salumiere e un tabaccaio che da anni
Non si rivolgevano la parola
Approfittarono della confusione
Per spararci alcuni colpi di pistola
Il padre vide la scena, si prese paura
E dimenticò il sonno e la fame
Prese per mano il bambino
Che disperato piangeva
Perché non voleva lasciare lì il cane
Decisero in fretta di tornare a Barletta
E corsero alla stazione
Perché a Milano in agosto, oltre il gran caldo
C′è veramente tanta confusione
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?
Ma allora chi è?

Buenos Aires Avenue

I didn't see anything
I didn't see his face
I was passing by
I was going hunting with my wife
I saw him up close
His eyes were like two spits
His face was yellow
The face of a murderer
I saw him petting a dog
They had the same look
The dog and the man were dying of hunger
But where is he now?
But where is he now?
He was running down the stairs
The stairs of the subway
He had some tuna in his hand
A salami and a banana
Then, at the best of times
The knife also appeared
And one shot from here, and one shot from there
The dog was always behind him
His eyes, the same look
They looked like Christ with Saint Peter
When they were late
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
He must be a Slav
Who sleeps and steals at the station
Those eyes without light
He is definitely a rascal
Let's call a cop
I just saw the assassin
Harassing a child
He was holding his hand
The dog, the man and the child
Just after eating some tuna
They huddled close together
Maybe they were dying of sleep
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
Accountant, give me your bag
And run away at the end of that street
To call the police
We must not waste time
There is a bar nearby
You can make a phone call
We can also have a grappa
The patrol car arrives flying
With a holy fury
Confused by all those people, it doesn't brake
And causes a massacre
At the end of the race, the first to fall
It is the accountant who wanted his bag back (take them away)
Then it was the turn of a lifeguard who, still in his swimming trunks
Had suspended work in a nearby pool (take them away)
Mowed down as they watched the work in progress
Two retired twins
Were dumped in an emergency room (take them away)
A grocer and a tobacconist who for years
Had not spoken to each other
Took advantage of the confusion
To fire some gunshots at each other
The father saw the scene, he got scared
And forgot about sleep and hunger
He took the child by the hand
Who was crying desperately
Because he didn't want to leave the dog there
They decided in a hurry to return to Barletta
And ran to the station
Because in Milan in August, besides the great heat
There is really a lot of confusion
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
But who is it then?
But who is it then?