Il Carrozzone
Renato Zero
The Carriage
The carriage moves forward on its own
With the queens, its lackeys, its kings
Laugh, clown, for good luck
That's how death goes away
Music, people, sing because then
One by one we all get off
Under whose turn it is in a blue double-breasted suit
One morning you also got off!
Beautiful life that goes away
A flower, a sky, your rich poverty
The warm bread, your poetry
You who held your hand in mine
Beautiful life, you used to say
It's a bit of a whore and goes with everyone, yes, but
But, but, right at the best, it said no
And the carriage takes the road
Faces painted with melancholy
No time to cry, no, there isn't
Everything goes on even without you
Beautiful life that goes away
Old courtyards where time has no age
Our dreams, the fantasy
You laughed loudly and fear was joy!
Beautiful life, you used to say
And it tricked you and screwed you over, just you
With the queens, with its kings
The carriage moves forward on its own
