Anatra all'arancia

l'altra sera ho cucinato io.
e accompagnavo la mia arte con un duetto io-anatra:

A: i'm just the pieces of the duck i used to be
too many butter tears are raining down on me
i'm far away from home
and i've been stuffed this alone
for much too long

I: i feel like no-one ever told the truth to me
about peeling off and what a struggle it would be
in my tangled state of mind
i've been looking back to find
where i went wrong

I-A: too much salt will kill you
if you can't make up your mind
torn between the flavour
and the taste you leave behind
you're headed for disaster
'cos you never read the recipe
too much salt will kill you
every time

A:i'm just the shadow of the duck i used to be
and it seems like there's no way out of this for me
i used to bring you drooling
now all i ever do is bring you down

I:how would it be if you were standing in my shoes
can't you see that it's impossible to choose
no there's no making sense of it
i'm sure i cannot make it with a goose

I-A:too much salt will kill you
just as sure as none at all
it'll drain the water that's in you
make you thirsty and screamy and drawl

and the pain will make you crazy
you're the victim of your crime
too much salt will kill you
every time