Come Di
Paolo Conte
Like This
Gurdali, the trains rush by, swaying
in tank tops, they smile at you
like this, like this
like this, like this, an orchestra fooled in Naples
and then scolded in Minneapolis
like this, like this
the comedy of the day, a day in life,
the comedy, the comedy
But what is this light full of vertigo,
a woman's gaze that strikes you down
like this, like this
like this, an ancient lover seen in Naples
through distant binoculars
comedy, comedy of the day
the comedy
Talk to me, then the memory simplifies
in the sweet and unhappy sound, here,
like this, like this, like this
like this, like this, an orchestra crashing
into a fan at the Grand Hotel
comedy, comedy
the comedy
