Guccini Francesco
Miscellaneous
Venice
Venice (Francesco Guccini)
Dying Venice,
Venice overlooking the sea
the sweet obsession of its last sad days< br/>Venice sells it to tourists,
who look for Europe or the East among the people
who watch the smoke - or anger - of Porto Marghera rise in the evening.
Stefania was beautiful,
Stefania was never sick
but she died in childbirth screaming
in a sweaty bed in a large hospital
She was twenty years old, a husband, and the ring on his finger
relatives told me in confusion that my breath was almost tripping over my teeth
Venice is a hotel,
San Marco is certainly even the name of a pizzeria,
the gondola costs money, the gondola is just a nice ride
Stefania in the summer
she played with me on empty idle Sundays
My mother spoke,
her mother sold Venice in the shop
Venice is also a dream, the kind you can buy
But you can't wake up with water at your throat,
and a mood at sea level
The Doge has moved house, and for a thousand windows
There is only the cry of a child who has been born, there is only
The mermaid of Mestre
Stefania sinking,
Stefania left something
Novella Duemila and a rose on her bedside table
Stefania left a child.
I don't know if you relatives really hurt him,
seeing her killed
dying alone in a large hospital
Venice is a scam
that fills the head only with fatality
you no longer know a thing about the rest of the world,
Venice is the people who care
Stefania, a child,
buying or selling Venice will be his destiny
it may be that one day we will be happy
to be only distant relatives.

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