Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
South America
The tropical day was a shroud
in front of the skyscrapers it was a curtain
he lives decently and in the meantime he hopes
to soon be a millionaire
The man who came from far away
has the genius of a Schiaffino
but religiously touches the bread
and looks at his Uruguayan stars.
Ah South America...
And the dancers wait on one leg
the last charity of another rumba
Ah South America...
The tropical gesture was ancestral,
an arc from clear to stormy weather, to tell you how big the issue is between the injured party and the insurance company. The wind surrenders to its thick hair of God tells you that he is just a stone's throw away
but as he points to the plateau
his lips make the sound of an airplane.
Ah South Americaâ¦
And the dancers wait on one leg
the last charity of another rumba...

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