Traducir a
As much as a bunch of flowers can be desirable
And the rustle of the paper wrapping too
A beer is way more tempting
In this day of sticky natural rubber
I am sitting on a bollard
Minding my own business
Between a motorcycle and the next there's a silence
I can't describe
Oh, how far I got in my sandals
How far did Bartali get?
At nose, as sad as a steep slope
The happy eyes of an Italian on a day trip
And the French respect us
And they are pretty pissed about it
And you tell me: we have to go to the cinema
Well, you go to the cinema, off you go
A whole bunch of things
Makes me stay here
Yes, women are surly sometimes
Or maybe the just need to pee
And this day fades in orange
And fills with indistinct memories
I like to stay here along this county road
Covered in dust, if you want to go, go
And go, I'm here and wait for Bartali
Pacing up and down in my sandals
It will come round the bend
That sad nose of a happy Italian
Between pissed Frenchmen
And fluttering newspapers
There's some wind, the countryside is barking
There is a moon at the bottom of the blue
Between pissed Frenchmen
And fluttering newspapers
And you tell me: we have to go to the cinema
Well, you go to the cinema, off you go
