Marinaio
Gianni Morandi
Sailor
What’s your name, how old are you, eighteen?
How do you live, tell me how you do it,
because suddenly your face is on fire
and your modesty won’t last long.
Oh, what a scent, oh, what a scent,
oh, what a scent I smell
smell of madness, smell of falling in love.
But really, you still go to school,
yet there’s no doubt you’re a woman
because I find myself checking your breath
because I’m so close to this black mascara.
Oh, what a scent, oh, what a scent,
oh, what a scent I smell
smell of madness, smell of falling in love.
Oh sailor,
you should wear a robe just once,
oh sailor,
your whole life under the arm of Mister Trouble.
How many ships in port have I disembarked
in search of a cheerful destiny, mine.
Your lifeboat is a delightful life preserver
as I watch it, I dream of an adventurous journey.
Oh, what a scent, oh, what a scent,
oh, what a scent I smell
smell of madness, smell of falling in love.
