Paolo Conte
Miscellaneous
Theatre
A theater sleeps
Carved in the center of an agricultural district
No one here despairs anyway...
Hey pear... ¦ pear!â¦
In ancient times
The words were revealed there:
Kill the tyrant this evening!
Hey pear... pear!â¦
Tyrants , Orestes, Saul,
Ancient manes of tragedy and there,
There in the tawny, chaotic void Electra
She lives, acts, moves, ah but no!
The Myrrh, no !
He doesn't have the tyrant, but yes, he does,
It's him, love, the dark destiny
Sexual, his dream of hell, yes!
Sariva the city
Between its towers and the storms
From the theater a sailor wind,
Flying the countryside, between Genoa and Savona
The filmed in Spain and
The theater thus began its sleep
In modern times, dejected since modern times.
Left, abandoned like this
In ancient times it was the idea
/>Of a theater among the wheat
Like a drink under the sun...
Hey pear... pear!
A theater sleeps,
The fake blood for the dream of Vittorio,
Red like the wine of the curtain...
Hey pear... pear!
Hey pear... pear!
Hey pear... pear!

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