Paroles et traduction Sergio Caputo - Espana

Espana

Espana, basta souvenir
Io me la batto e tu sei l?
Che da un grammofono deco
Mi dici "Ol?, ti scriver?"
Ma Espana sai da un anno in qua,
Ricevo solo depliants
Scuole di danza, opere pie,
R? clame di nuove malattie...
Non sono cose mie!

E quanti omonimi vedrai,
Ma non mi riconoscerai,
In giro per caffetterie
Cercando nuove andalusie...
Andalusie da Polaroid
Un po' fugaci come noi...
E poi...

Un giorno X
Tra le faccende di routine... ti accorgerai come si cambia...

Espana
Fu romantico perch?
Espana
Tu baravi come me
Tu per? giocavi in casa
Eri troppo nochalante
Sarai mica tu... che mi mandi i depliants?

Espana
Fu un credibile week end
Espana
M'imbrogliavi col casch?
Ora vivo in altitalia e oggi giorno no saprei
Se ho patito o no
Aldil? dei Pirenei.

Espana chi ce la pi?
? Sempre il solito menu
Figaro qua Figaro l?
Ma c'? qualcosa che non va
Son stato in prova nel jet-set
Ma non ho superato il test
Posso proporti un bel Cynar
E un corasson da singol bar.

E un giorno X
Sulle autostrade di routine
Con questi TIR
Alle calcagna...

Espana
Fu romantico perch?
Espana
Ci credevi quanto me
Pur di prendermi in castagna
Travisavi la realt?
Mi dispiace un po', ma era troppo tempo fa.

Espana
Fu un credibile week end
Espana
Mi imbrogliavo col casch?
Ora vivo in Altitalia
E oggigiorno non saprei
Se ritorner?
Al di l? dei Pirenei.

Espana

Spain, no more souvenirs
I'm on the run, and you're there?
From an old gramophone
You tell me, "Hello, will you write?"
But Spain, you know, for a year now,
I've only been receiving brochures
Dance schools, charities,
Claims of new diseases...
These are not my things!

And how many namesakes you'll see,
But you won't recognize me,
Around coffee shops
Looking for new Andalusias...
Polaroid Andalusias
A little fleeting like us...
And then...

One day
Among the chores of routine... you'll notice how things change...

Spain
Was it romantic, why?
Spain
You're cheating like me
But you were playing at home
You were too laid-back
Are you the one sending me the brochures?

Spain
It was a believable weekend
Spain
You were tricking me with the helmet
Now I live in northern Italy and nowadays I wouldn't know
If I suffered or not,
Beyond the Pyrenees.

Spain, who cares about it anymore?
Always the same old menu
Figaro here, Figaro there
But something's wrong
I was on trial in the jet set
But I didn't pass the test
Can I offer you a nice Cynar
And a single man's heart?

And one day
On the motorways of routine
With these trucks
On my heels...

Spain
Was it romantic, why?
Spain
You believed it as much as I did
To try to trick me
You distorted reality
I'm a little sorry, but it was too long ago.

Spain
It was a believable weekend
Spain
I was tricking myself with the helmet
Now I live in northern Italy
And nowadays I wouldn't know,
If I would return
Beyond the Pyrenees.