Casanova
Angelo Branduardi Lyrics


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Camminava verso Venezia Casanova,
come un gabbiano a sera torna al nido,
fra le ombre profumate
di donne mai dimenticate,
lo accompagnava verso casa
lo nostalgia...
Ora viene la notte,
ora viene l'inverno, Casanova...
Solo, lungo quella strada polverosa,
inquieto se ne andava verso il mare,
nei riflessi dei canali
figure mascherate,
stagioni lontane e giardini
illuminati...
Ora viene la notte,
ora viene l'inverno, Casanova...
Cento notti, cento donne in una vita,
meravigliose vergini e puttane,
una favola inventata
ormai la giovinezza...
Splendori, miseria, gloria e
malinconia...




Ora viene la notte,
ora viene l'inverno, Casanova...

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Angelo Branduardi's "Casanova" describe the melancholic journey of the legendary lover Casanova as he walks towards Venice. The song likens him to a seagull returning to its nest at sunset, hinting at his wandering nature, and depicts him as accompanied by the shadows and echoes of the many women he's been with, as if their fragrances and memories follow him. The phrase "lo nostalgia" could be interpreted as either his longing for those women or their longing for him.


The second verse shows Casanova wandering alone on a dusty road, uneasy as he heads towards the sea, reflecting on the reflections of the canals and the masked figures that cross them. The line "stagioni lontane e giardini illuminati" speaks of distant seasons and illuminated gardens, possibly evocative of his various escapades and the glamour of the city he's approaching. The repeated refrain of "Ora viene la notte, ora viene l'inverno, Casanova..." adds a sense of finality and reminds the listener that even one as prolific and seemingly invincible as Casanova will eventually succumb to the passing of time and the experiences he's accumulated.


Overall, the lyrics paint a nostalgic and somewhat mournful picture of Casanova, a man who may have had everything he ever desired, but still carries the weight of his past conquests with him. The song captures the bittersweet realization that even a life as adventurous and passionate as his must eventually come to an end.


Line by Line Meaning

Camminava verso Venezia Casanova,
As Casanova walked towards Venice, he was like a seagull returning to its nest in the evening.


come un gabbiano a sera torna al nido,


fra le ombre profumate
He was surrounded by the sweet scents of women he had never forgotten.


di donne mai dimenticate,


lo accompagnava verso casa
He was accompanied on his way home


lo nostalgia...
And felt a deep sense of nostalgia


Ora viene la notte,
Now, the night is approaching,


ora viene l'inverno, Casanova...
along with the arrival of winter, Casanova...


Solo, lungo quella strada polverosa,
Alone, along that dusty road,


inquieto se ne andava verso il mare,
He walked restlessly towards the sea,


nei riflessi dei canali
In the reflections of the canals,


figure mascherate,
he saw masked figures,


stagioni lontane e giardini
distant seasons and illuminated gardens.


illuminati...


Cento notti, cento donne in una vita,
A hundred nights; a hundred women in one life,


meravigliose vergini e puttane,
marvelous virgins and prostitutes.


una favola inventata
The story of his youth, now invented,


ormai la giovinezza...
now that his youth has passed.


Splendori, miseria, gloria e
Splendors, miseries, glories and


malinconia...
melancholies...


Ora viene la notte,
Now, the night is approaching,


ora viene l'inverno, Casanova...
along with the arrival of winter, Casanova...




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Comments from YouTube:

Ileana Sassi

Avevo visto il film. Branduardi esprime molto bene il senso di velata tristezza che aleggiava attorno alla figura di Casanova interpretato molto bene da A. Delon.

Beatriz Gomez Gomez

Una maravilla. Gracias ⚘

ma54mi

Video delizioso, le immagini che prendono forma sotto gli archi dei ponti sembrano realizzate proprio per questo testo. Grazie!

Giovanni D'innocenzo

BASTANO 2 PAROLE- CAPOLAVORO ASSOLUTO! GRAZIE

Mauro Di Loreto

Meravigliosamente unico

Giovanni D'innocenzo

La classe non e acqua ...

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