Come Di

Gurdali, the trains rush by, swaying

in tank tops, they smile at you

like this, like this

like this, like this, an orchestra fooled in Naples

and then scolded in Minneapolis

like this, like this

the comedy of the day, a day in life,

the comedy, the comedy

But what is this light full of vertigo,

a woman's gaze that strikes you down

like this, like this

like this, an ancient lover seen in Naples

through distant binoculars

comedy, comedy of the day

the comedy

Talk to me, then the memory simplifies

in the sweet and unhappy sound, here,

like this, like this, like this

like this, like this, an orchestra crashing

into a fan at the Grand Hotel

comedy, comedy

the comedy