Mr. Soul / Signor Anima
Oh hello Mr. Soul
I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught
That my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face
Could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change
But a stranger is putting the tease on
I was down on a frown
When the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan
Who said I upset her
Any girl in the world
Could have easily known me better
She said, “You're strange
But don't change”, and I let her
In a while will the smile on my face
Turn to plaster
Stick around while the clown who is sick
Does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face
Is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change
I don't know, why don't you ask her
Is it strange I should change
I don't know, why don't you ask her
Is it strange I should change
I don't know, why don't you ask her
* * * *
I dropped by to pick up a reason
For the thought that I caught
That my head is the event of the season
Why in crowds just a trace of my face
Could seem so pleasin'
I'll cop out to the change
But a stranger is putting the tease on
I was down on a frown
When the messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan
Who said I upset her
Any girl in the world
Could have easily known me better
She said, “You're strange
But don't change”, and I let her
In a while will the smile on my face
Turn to plaster
Stick around while the clown who is sick
Does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face
Is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change
I don't know, why don't you ask her
Is it strange I should change
I don't know, why don't you ask her
Is it strange I should change
I don't know, why don't you ask her
* * * *
Oh, salve Signor Anima
Sono passato a trovarti per farmi una ragione
Del fatto che ho scoperto
Che la mia faccia è l’evento della stagione
Perché alla folla un semplice cenno del mio volto
Riesce a essere così esaltante?
Fuggirò dal cambiamento
Ma un'estranea mi sta trattenendo
Ero giù di corda
Quando il postino mi portò una lettera
Mi sentii sollevato dagli elogi di una fan
Che diceva che la irritavo
Qualsiasi ragazza al mondo
Avrebbe potuto facilmente conoscermi meglio
Lei disse, “Sei strano
Ma non cambiare”, e io la lasciai fare
Il sorriso sulla mia faccia
Tra poco diventerà di gesso?
Resta nei paraggi mentre il clown esausto
Fa il numero del disastro
La mia testa e la mia faccia
Corrono troppo veloci
È strano che io debba cambiare?
Non so, perché non lo chiedi a lei?
È strano che io debba cambiare?
Non so, perché non lo chiedi a lei?
È strano che io debba cambiare?
Non so, perché non lo chiedi a lei?