Francesco De Gregori – – Rimmel [Pop] (1988)

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• Lyrics translation:

  And something remains
  between the clear pages and the dark pages.
  And I erase your name from my facade
  and I confuse my alibis and your reasons
  my alibis and your reasons.

  Who told my fortune,
  called me a winner,
  but it is a gipsy man, it is a trick.
  It is an invasive future,
  Had I been a bit younger
  I would have destroyed it with imagination,
  I would have torn it with imagination.

  Now you can mail your lips
  to a new address
  and you can superimpose my face with the one of whomever else.
  Again your four aces,
  mind you, of only one colour,
  you can hide them or play them as you wish,
  or let them be good friends as we are.

  Holy zest for life,
  and sweet Venus of Mascara.
  As when it was raining outside and you were asking me
  if by chance I still had that photo
  in which you were smiling and were not looking.

  And the wind was blowing through your fur collar
  and on your person,
  and when I, without understanding, said “yes,”
  you said: “it is all that you have of me,”
  it is all that I have of you.

  Now you can mail your lips
  to a new address
  and you can superimpose my face with the one of whomever else.
  Again your four aces,
  mind you, of only one colour,
  you can hide them or play them with whoever you wish,
  or let them be good friends as we are.

  January 13, 2022 at 11:33 am

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• So happy I’ve scrolled down to this!

  January 13, 2022 at 1:17 pm

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