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Franco Califano (RIP) - Tutto Il Resto E' Noia ( All the Remainder Is Boredom)

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Franco Califano AKA "Il Califfo" (The Caliph... playing with his last name) as he was a famous womanizer ( he even wrote books about  his life/love/sex experiences as a sort of how-to manual.....)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Si, d'accordo l'incontro/ yeah ok, the date
un'emozione che ti scoppia dentro/ a great emotion exploding inside you
l'invito a cena dove c'è atmosfera/ the invite to dinner here there's a certain mood
la barba fatta con maggiore cura./ the beard shaved more accurately
la macchina a lavare ed era ora/ the car to wash and now
hai voglia di far centro quella sera/ you really wanna make an impression on her
si d'accordo ma poi../ yes, ok, but then
tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom
no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore
maledetta noia./ damn boredom


Si, lo so il primo bacio/yeah, i know, the first kiss
il cuore ingenuo che ci casca ancora/ the naive heart still falling for that
col lungo abbraccio l'illusione dura/ with a long embrace the illusion lasts
rifiuti di pensare a un'avventura./ you refuse to think about a one-night-stand
Poi dici cose giuste al tempo giusto/ then you say the right things at the right moment
e pensi il gioco è fatto è tutto a posto/ and you think, "it's done, everything is perfect"
si,d'accordo ma poi.../ yeah, ok, but then
tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom
no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore
maledetta noia./ damn boredom


Poi la notte d'amore/ then the night of love
per sistemare casa un pomeriggio/ to tidy up the house one afternoon
sul letto le lenzuola color grigio/ gray sheets on the bed
funziona tutto come un orologio./ everything works as a clock
La prima sera devi dimostrare/ the first night you have to prove
che al mondo solo tu sai far l'amore/ to the world you're the only one who can make love
si, d'accordo ma poi../ yeah, whatever but then
Tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom
no,non ho detto noia/ i didn't say bore
ma noia, noia, noia,/but bore bore bore
maledetta noia./ damn boredom


Si d'accordo il primo anno/yeah, ok the first year
ma l'entusiasmo che ti resta ancora/ but the enthusiasm still left
è brutta copia di quello che era/ is only a bad copy of the one you had
cominciano i silenzi della sera/ and silences start at night
inventi feste e inviti gente in casa/ you make up parties and invite people at home
così non pensi almeno fai qualcosa/ so you don't think at least you have something to do
si, d'accordo ma poi../Yeah, whatever, but then
tutto il resto è noia/ the rest is boredom
no, non ho detto gioia,ma noia, noia, noia,/i didn't say delight, but bore
maledetta noia./ damn boredom

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