Album:
Barbara Pravi (2018)
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Francese
Traduzione
Inglese
Je Sers
I serve
I put makeup on my face well
And I clean the ashes
Well seated on the terrace
You order me
I stay well in character
When I bring your drinks
You leave a tip
But I’m distracted
In the middle of the coffee makers
I make up stories for myself
And I serve when my head makes verses and poems
I serve bottles and sodas, coffees
I hope that one fine day my footsteps will tread the stage
But I serve and I hope
I navigate between the tables
You order a pastis
(And my number)
It’s a funny exercise
To count the syllables
(During my shift)
A girl a little bit hot
It brings back a crazy world
An idea of the boss
You, who want my name
Who whispers sweet words
I hand you the bill
And I serve when my head makes verses and poems
I serve bottles and sodas, coffees
I hope that one fine day my footsteps will tread the stage
But I serve and I hope
My smile, is it free?
Ask me, I know the price
But one day, I swear to you
I’ll give back my apron
I’ll not have forgotten anything
My drafts my notebooks
The dropped verses
I will dare to publish them
But for now
I serve when my head makes verses and poems
I serve bottles and sodas, coffees
I serve when my head makes verses and poems
I serve bottles and sodas, coffees
I hope that one fine day my footsteps will tread the stage
But I serve and I hope
And I hope
I hope
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