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Super Love Song

Sometimes I get extremely bored
I wake up at five.
From the door through the kitchen
I just take a quick look
The days were hard after you
I will get used to, anyway
This is a love song, boy
I wash the dishes perfectly
I wash the dishes
 
After the days
There are the nights coming
Wake up
When you made the thing that I couldn't make
Wait for a passed day
It's not going to happen
Are you her, or is she you
You ought to know whether it is true, boy
You ought to
 
Sometimes I get extremely bored
I jump out of the balcony
Sometimes I might get a craving
I remind of you
The news on TRT
starts at eight.
Run away without looking back, boy
What kind of song is this
Super love song
 

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We must fall...

We must fall, and we can't determine where,
but there's a wind form in the hair,
certain pause of the blow,
certain corner in the arm,
that we can bend as we fall.
 
It's just the extent of a sign,
the top of a thought without thinking,
but it's enough, to avoid the greedy bottom of a pair of hands,
and the blue misery of a desolated god.
 
It's all about folding more than a comma,
in a text that we can't select.
 
Just learning.

Who remembers Gigi Meroni?

Let them scandalize, bored by a life without fantasy,
let them judge us from that provincial pulpit,
Let's talk about it, they have such fun,
in fact, let 's give them more rope, and let them hang.
 
Let them say, there is also who loves us
and thank God that at the Luna Park the merry-go-rounds revolve around.
'Blond Angel' , 1 broaden your wings on my heart of artist:
 
That when I come into the ground , my dear, my thoughts / sorrows
they turn into a magical show
and I make them dream,
at the mercy of my innocent spirit,
I always amaze them, I am a juggler,
I enjoy them
genial, anarchic and irreverent,
they all clap their hands, they suddenly stand up,
not to lose sight of the poisoned ball that seems to fall in love crazily,
when the Devil's Butterfly is flying on the flank.
 
The 'Circus of the Football' cries the end of its most brilliant talent,
forgiving strangely,
that he missed such an important dribbling: 2
'Beautiful among the Beautiful' put your hands in my heart of artist
 
  • 1. she is Kristiana, Meroni's girlfriend; se is also the 'Beautiful among the Beautiful'
  • 2. to avoid the mortal impact with a car, driven by a young rich boy through the streets of the center of Turin, at very fast velocity
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Kilometers

I count how many kilometers there are away from you
The recollections hurt me, the memories are breaking me apart
Now those pictures are
Those pictures are all I have, all I have
 
Kilometers of hope bring me back there every night,
Far from here, the happiness the eyes remember
Now that happiness is,
That happiness is all I have, all I have
 
Missing is that smell, which brings back former days, missing is
That smell, those recollections that delight the soul
It's missing that I haven't gone back home once more,
I live so that I can go back
 
Kilometers of hope bring me back there every night,
Far from here, the happiness the eyes remember
Now that happiness is,
That happiness is all I have, all I have
 
Missing is that smell, which brings back former days, missing is
That smell, those recollections that delight the soul
It's missing that I haven't gone back home once more,
I live so that I can go back
 

Кто будет губы твои целовать

Как ты сможешь жить без меня,
думала ли ты когда-нибудь об этом?
Когда я был для тебя всем на свете,
делили мы и хорошее, и плохое.
 
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Кто будет губы твои целовать,
кто слезы твои вытрет,
кто подарит тебе счастье,
когда ты больше не будешь моей?
 
Как ты можешь засыпать без меня,
подушку белую с другим делить,
когда я для тебя был всем на свете,
как ты можешь кого-то другого пожелать?
 
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