Lucio Dalla - Meri Luis The director was waiting for the star at the restaurant.
He looked like a dead man holding a glass.
The guy worked in a bar and was waiting
For the boss to leave, so he could sit down.
The dentist was waiting for Saturday.
With his wife and three kids, he was already ready for the beach.
The taxi driver in the parking lot was waiting for someone to take.
Who saw her, the girl with the big tits
Who every evening at a quarter past seven
Was waiting for the bus, looking up.
And everyone was waiting, trying to stop
This life that passes by and waves goodbye with its hands.
This life a bit dampened by tears, with the days gone wrong,
Seen from above seems like an endless train.
Not even if it's covered in snow
Or if it disappears underground and cannot be seen.
It stops for a moment—the director, the guy, the dentist, the taxi driver, the girl, the star—
All thrown in the middle of traffic.
But, my God, what if one tried to hold their breath?
What if one sought, what if one tried to stop the turn?
The director, tired of waiting, as soon as he saw the star
Told her to piss off.
The guy left work there
And, grabbing a train, ran to the sea.
The dentist fell in love with a tooth,
He caresses it, doesn't want to hurt it.
The taxi driver in the car has no customer,
But a joint to go fishing.
Meri Luis finally decided that love is beautiful.
She lowered her eyes and let herself go.
She blessed the sky as if it were a brother
For her beautiful tits and for the friend who wants to touch them.
Now, my God, tell me what I should do—
If I should tear this life apart
Or sit down and watch it pass by.
But how beautiful life is,
And how beautiful it is to be able to sing it.
