Tutta La Vita

All life, with this horrible noise
Up and down or in the middle of the stairs
Shoulders against that door.
All life, playing a piano
Leaving even the fingers inside
Up and down or in the middle of the keyboard
We are sure it was music.
All life, trying to tell you that I was leaving
Or that I was leaving or that I was dying
Tomorrow I'll buy a nice violin
And a velvet shirt and I'll say goodbye and I'll say goodbye
Like a lost balloon
At the physical limit of the story
Or in a tropical sky
Or like the old balloons
That rolled down the stairs to your door ta ta ta.
All life, never closing a door
Waving goodbye to the last hairs
And with a criminal grin
What would it be like, give me an example, an example.
All life, without even a comparison
Since the first disco
Leaving the heart at home or on the stairs
Are we sure about the music?
I know the music but the music.
All life, operator and dying
Pleasantly falling asleep
Up and down or in the darkness of a sofa.
All life, in the midst of confusion
Or in the palm of a hand no no no no no no
But without anything mechanical
Like a lost balloon
I greet you, I greet you