Sylvia

Silvia looks for the Chanel bottle
In her rented apartment
It burns, burns in the esophagus
But there's no vodka or rum left
She breaks photos of a lost love
Writes suicide notes
That no one, no one, no one will read
Except her in a month
Silvia was never a great actress
But the excess of lipstick
Almost broke the tough heart
And the marriage of a great actor
Wherever you are, come here
I'll kiss you like James Dean
Maybe I'll look for you and you'll never return
It's great to be vulgar

She gave her soap opera love
To the scoundrel Mastroianni
Marcello, Marcello, don't leave me like this
I've given everything, I die for you
Hiding her forty-two years
In a film less than cursed
Cut, cut, Silvia didn't realize
That her career had already ended
And now at sixty-two she's into smuggling
Selling her body and heart for a brass price

Wherever you are, come here
I'll kiss you like James Dean
Maybe I'll look for you and you'll never return
It's great to be vulgar

Wherever you are, come here
I'll kiss you like James Dean
Maybe I'll look for you and you'll never return
It's great to be vulgar