Gemelli [English translation]

[verse 1]

On her face a starry sky with freckles (She)

She enlarges the belt’s hole with the scissors

(Hey)

That cemetery made of shirts in the washing machine

Is waiting to come back to life in the dryer

The pan that tans on the stove

The guanciale sings and you tie your hair up

On an old armchair in a modern kitchen

Our bed has become a stretcher

And when a plate falls down everyone screams:

“Shards”

Because you pay for what you break but we divide it

Because we do it like everyone does, like crazy people

We cross the line to go back to our footsteps

[chorus]

And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice

I know you like living like a 30 year old

And we try to be like we’ve always been

We make an ass of ourselves like always

We were good but we called it quits

To give ourselves space, a bit of light

We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli

We cut back, it doesn’t repair itself

[verse 2]

At night the airplanes dress themselves as stars

To give us hope of touching them

They stay in the dark like old lovers

Hey, you’re a star dressed as an airplane

And I can’t reach that far

We’re a tattoo made with henné

We’re limping, and don’t look at me

‘Cause I’m going to ask you

“Any news?”

But I don’t want to know (no)

I ask you how you’re doing (doing)

And, I swear, I’m good

I swear, I was good

But at times we catch the wrong time

Maybe I had already left, you know, maybe we were slow

You want to talk to me, that sucks

You text me: “come down”

And shit gets real when you start off with:

“Look”

About the privacy I chose

“Agree”

I removed the comments, I don’t think I’ll come down

[chorus]

And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice

I know you like living like a 30 year old

And we try to be like we’ve always been

We make an ass of ourselves like always

We were good but we called it quits

To give ourselves space, a bit of light

We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli

We cut back, it doesn’t repair itself

[verse 3]

Every part of you is stitched in length

Our story is like the Operation game

You remove pieces of me and then you leave them in the dark

So that I won’t be able to find them again

You can find me at the Gemelli as an only child

Oh, you can think I’m crazy, crazy

But I won’t go away

No, we’re under anesthesia

And if nothing works out

We call in sick

But i won’t go away

[chorus]

And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice

I know you like living like a 30 year old

And we try to be like we’ve always been

We make an ass of ourselves like always

We were good but we called it quits

To give ourselves space, a bit of light

We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli

We cut back, I’m the one who has your smile

[outro]

Now I have two

We spend our days being hard on ourselves

Like a pit bull that doesn’t drop the bone

We’re a beer that came to its end

And I’m sorry, love,

But when I’m alone

Oh, I fly