Enzo Jannacci - L'uomo a metà In the rain, the brake is useless
Days go by, and we talk less and less
Work ends, age doesn't matter
Of a clean man, split in half
Who knows if he had a love when he was young
Who knows if someone broke his heart
Ah, memory has curious turns
The deeper you go, the less comes out
After the storms, the sun never returns
There's little soup, well, we'll do without
Being able to share it with someone you know
There's also the phone, you never know
Life gets sorted out, but we won't be there
Hours upon hours pulling that brake
And you arrive late at a wrong door
Pasta is fine even if reheated
Surely when he was young, he had a love
Someone must have broken his heart
Ah, memory has curious turns
The deeper you go, the less comes out
Now it's evening, and the man is alone
Dancing to a rented music record
You'd want to laugh with the years he has
Like all those men split in half
From the storms, it doesn't rain anymore
Around the corner, there's no sun anymore
A little higher, there's an airplane
Smells of war, not too far away
Look higher, there's the airplane
Smells of war, and you notice nothing strange
