Massimo Volume — Pizza Express song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Pizza Express" by Massimo Volume.
Lyrics
Le dieci passate
Osservando il traffico serale
Facevo passare da una mano all’altra
I gettoni del distributore automatico di bibite
Ero l’unico cliente lì dentro
Avevo già pagato
In cambio avevo ricevuto uno scontrino e i due gettoni
'E' passato un’altra volta. L’hai visto?'
Era il più giovane dei due gestori che parlava
Era lui che prendeva le ordinazioni
'E' dentro quella Ford metallizzata'
'Resta dentro', disse l’altro
Lo sguardo del giovane fissava il tratto di strada
Delimitato dalla porta di ingresso
Non rispose
La televisione mandava video
Cher oscillava le gambe
Seduta cavalcioni sopra un cannone di una nave da guerra
Circondata da marinai che si muovevano al ritmo della musica
Il più vecchio si rivolse a me
Disse qualcosa che ritenne spiritoso e rise della sua battuta
Rise della sua battuta
Si girò verso il forno e fece fare un paio di giri alla pizza
Scosse la testa
Sembrava avesse ancora qualcosa da dire
Ma era come se le parole non volessero uscirgli fuori
Tornai a osservare il traffico
Le auto correvano
Si fermavano
Riprendevano ad andare
Si fermavano
Riprendevano ad andare
Quando mi voltai di nuovo parlavano a bassa voce
Capii che stavano dicendo qualcosa sul mio conto
Il vecchio se ne accorse
'E' quasi pronta', disse
L’altro posò sul banco una scatola di cartone
Sul dorso la scritta a caratteri verdi
Pizza Express
Il vecchio infilò la pizza nel cartone direttamente con la pala
Restituii lo scontrino
Spinsi i due gettoni nel distributore automatico
I barattoli calarono con un rumore sordo
Infilai i due barattoli nelle tasche del cappotto e uscii
Le auto erano ferme
I riflessi delle luci sui vetri
Non permettevano di distinguere nulla all’interno
Aspettai ancora un momento
Mi avviai verso casa
Erano gli ultimi istanti di quella che da allora in poi
Avrei chiamato 'la mia vita precedente'
Lyrics translation
The past ten
Observing the evening traffic
I was going from one hand to the other.
The tokens of the vending machine of soft drinks
I was the only customer in there.
I had already paid
In return I had received a receipt and the two tokens
'It happened again. Did you see him?'
He was the youngest of the two managers who spoke
It was he who took orders
'It's inside that metallic Ford'
'Stay inside,' said the other
The young man's gaze stared at the stretch of road
Bounded by the entrance door
Did not answer
The television sent videos
Cher swung her legs
Sitting Horsemen over a cannon of a warship
Surrounded by sailors moving to the rhythm of music
The oldest turned to me
He said something he thought was funny and laughed at his joke
He laughed at his joke
He turned to the oven and made a couple of rounds of pizza
Shook his head
He still seemed to have something to say
But it was as if the words did not want to come out of him
I went back to observe the traffic
The cars were racing
They stopped
They started going again.
They stopped
They started going again.
When I turned around again they were talking in a low voice
I knew they were saying something about me.
The old man noticed it
'She's almost ready,' she said
The other laid a cardboard box on the counter
On the back the inscription in green characters
Pizza Express
The old man stuck the pizza in the cardboard directly with the shovel
Return the receipt
I pushed the two tokens into the vending machine
The jars dropped with a deaf noise
I stuck the two jars in the pockets of my coat and went out
The cars were still
The reflections of the lights on the glasses
They did not allow to distinguish anything inside
I waited another moment
I walked home
They were the last moments of what from then on
I would have called it 'my previous life'