Che Coss'E' L'Amor

What is love
ask the wind
that lashes its lament on the gravel
of the sunset avenue
at the frozen hammock
that lost its gazebo
to heal the past season in the shadow
of the San Souci lamppost

What is love
ask the door
the black coat check girl
and her pink novel
that she flips through incessantly
to the reverent greeting
of the swaying Peruvian
who bows to the shine
of the seventh Polàr

Oh, excuse me miss
I am the king of the cellar
dancing all crooked
under the lights
of the San Rocco arch
but feel free to lean
until the pale dawn of mist
dries us and consumes us

What is love
it's a stone in the shoe
that pricks the slow bolero step
with the foreign amazon
pretending to hold
a stranger cavalier
it's the ritual every evening
lost in the warmth of San Souci's peas

What is love
it's Ramona entering the field
and like a wild woman in a big shot
she moves it and shakes it
high heels and low butt
bare belly and wriggling
shaking her head like a madwoman
with the consent
of her trusted friend

Oh, excuse me miss
I am the king of the cellar
vampire in the vineyard
thief in the kitchen
I am a monarch and a bohemian
if this is misery
I dive into it
with royal dignity

What is love
it's an address on the dresser
of a place overseas
that is far away
only before arriving
you left you left
and I find myself pushed back
against my will
into the ancient circle
here damned
among the hells of bars

What is love
it's what remains
to be shared and fought over in the sieve
of the penultimate hour
a few Estèrs from Ravarino
I allow myself to save
from her fate
from the frozen trailer
of the passionate immigrants
of the San Souci band

Oh, excuse me miss
I am the king of the cellar
vampire in the vineyard
thief in the kitchen
I am a monarch and a bohemian
if this is misery
I dive into it
with royal dignity
Oh, excuse me miss
I am the king of the cellar
dancing all crooked
under the lights of the San Rocco arch
I am a monarch and a bohemian
if this is misery
I dive into it
with royal dignity