Ricky Gianco — A Nervi Nel '92 song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A Nervi Nel '92" by Ricky Gianco.
Lyrics
Un cappello un po' bizzarro
Ed un sigaro toscano
Un bastone nella mano: era lei
Qualche anno sulla pelle
Occhi dolci e luminosi
Una smorfia e un sorriso: era lei
E un omino un po' pelato
Rosso in viso, alcolizzato
Col cappotto un po' scucito: era lui
La guardava un po' incantato
E in silenzio si sedeva
Ma parlava, ma parlava solo lui
A Nervi nel '92
Su una panchina scolorita
A Nervi nel '92
Le raccontava la sua vita
Le raccontava la sua vita
Lentamente ricordava
Una storia di una donna
Che giocava e non rischiava quasi mai
Che il telefono scopriva
Anche se poi lei mentiva
Camminando sopra il filo in su e in giù
In un circo coi leoni
Coi pagliacci mattacchioni
Lavorava e lavorava solo lei
Ma di colpo si fermava
E diceva che l’amava
Lei rideva ma ascoltava ferma lì
A Nervi nel '92
Su una panchina scolorita
A Nervi nel '92
Le raccontava la sua vita
Le raccontava la sua vita
Le sue mani affusolate
Un po' timide e delicate
Lui stringeva e lei stringeva sempre più
Oramai da molti anni
Il 18 era passato
Ma non si era mai stancato insieme a lei
Mordicchiandosi le dita
Non diceva una parola
Ma i suoi occhi la tradivano sempre più
E così una sigaretta
Con amore ciancicata
Gli accendeva e lui fumava insieme a lei
A Nervi nel '92
Su una panchina scolorita
A Nervi nel '92
Le raccontava la sua vita
Le raccontava la sua vita
Lyrics translation
A somewhat bizarre hat
And a Tuscan cigar
A stick in the hand: it was her
A few years on the skin
Sweet and bright eyes
A grimace and a smile: it was her
And a little bald man
Red in face, alcoholic
With his coat a little dry: it was him
He looked at her a little enchanted
And quietly sat down
But he spoke, but only he spoke
A Nervi in ' 92
On a discolored bench
A Nervi in ' 92
He told her about his life.
He told her about his life.
Slowly remembered
A story about a woman
Who played and almost never risked
That the phone found out
Even though she was lying
Walking over the wire up and down
In a circus with Lions
With the clowns mattacchioni
She worked and worked only herself
But suddenly it stopped
And he said he loved her.
She laughed but listened still there
A Nervi in ' 92
On a discolored bench
A Nervi in ' 92
He told her about his life.
He told her about his life.
His hands tapered
A little shy and delicate
He was squeezing and she was squeezing more and more
For many years now
The 18th had passed
But he never got tired with her
Nibbling fingers
He didn't say a word.
But her eyes betrayed her more and more
And so a cigarette
With love ciancata
He'd light him up and he'd smoke with her.
A Nervi in ' 92
On a discolored bench
A Nervi in ' 92
He told her about his life.
He told her about his life.