Paolo Conte
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La Zarzamora
Three dance steps,
At the end of the room
Pure silk you will find,
The grandmother, the skirt,
/>The thread, Arianna,
The Minotaur...
What a beautiful girl,
And how she sweeps
With her tail the footsteps of...
Of her suitors,
Centre forward
Cicisbeiâ¦
My color on the lips,
Amaranth charmer,
Like delirious fire
Of bitter love,
Zarzamora, now
You sweep up everything and leave from here
You want to leave here
On the road to Paranà
In the mirrors of the ocean
You want to look at yourself,
A hundred meter runner, you're already
With your trunks in another city...
New style city,
Shipping city,
He has opinions of his own,
à growl, it's tango,
He has blue voices,
Pointed shoes and rhythm in two
Provincial fanaticism,
Primordial surrealism,
Of a monumental baroque,< br/>Transcendental
I always see my color,
That paints your splendor,
The amaranth of a human,
Supreme loveâ¦
Zarzamora, you are already,
With your trunks in another city!

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