Paroles et traduction Paolo Conte - Ratafia

Ratafia

Ratafi, elisir, aquabuse
Una bottiglieria
Mille-feuilles, tarte auxpommes, chantilly,
Una pasticceria
Il gaucho as che cos
Laria blu della prateria,
Il gaucho contento e rimare a guarder
Passa la vita, come una seorita, de amor
Apre il ventaglio e mette a repentaglio i cuor,
Camicia allegra che piace anche ai pelagra, folclor
E nel traffico e nel trambusto
Ci han preso gusto a tutto questo odor, furor
Grut-grut-grut, pot-pot-pot, cling-cling-cling
Un traffico africano,
Solo lui, paradis, as cos
Un clacson peruviano
Pensa a me, pensa a me, pensa a me che non so cosa fare,
Il cinema un gaucho seduto al caff
Gli amanti stanchi lascian gli appartamenti, de amor
Dal sesto piano discendon piano piano, pudor
Sui marciapiedi, trascinan stanchi piedi, sudor
E nel traffico e nel trambusto
Ritorna il gusto di tutto questo amor, tenor
Passa la vita, come una seorita, de amor
Apre il ventaglio e mette a repentaglio i cuor,
La pampa attende in un silenzio derba, fulgor
Che ritorni luomo-cavallo
Nellintervallo del suo stupor, baglior, albor
Passa la vita

Ratafia

Ratafi, elixir, spirits
A liquor store
Mille-feuilles, apple tart, whipped cream,
A pastry shop
The gaucho as he gallops
The blue air of the prairie,
The gaucho happy and content to watch
Life passes by, like a señorita, with love
He opens his fan and endangers hearts,
A cheerful shirt that even appeals to the poor, folklore
And in the hustle and bustle of traffic
They have acquired a taste for this scent, this fury
Grut-grut-grut, chug-chug-chug, cling-cling-cling
An African traffic jam,
Only he, paradise, as he gallops
A Peruvian car horn
Think of me, think of me, think of me who don't know what to do,
The cinema a gaucho sitting at the café
Weary lovers leave their apartments, with love
From the sixth floor they descend slowly, modestly
On the sidewalks, they drag their tired feet, sweat
And in the hustle and bustle of traffic
The taste of all this love returns, tenor
Life passes by, like a señorita, with love
He opens his fan and endangers hearts,
The pampas await in a dazzling silence,
For the return of the man-horse
In the interval of his astonishment, glowing, dawning
Life passes by