Nuvole [English translation]

Clouds are overtaken on the right

And they don’t respect the priority

Like the bitch that ruined my side

And then ran away

In you there’s that certain feel of criminality

The aftermath of the adolescence

And you’re a bit like Genny Savastano when he comes back from Honduras

And a bit like Baudelaire

Because you talk, talk, talk and never listen

Because you talk, talk, talk

Nananananana

And open my heart with a crowbar

They’re all brothers when everything’s fine

Hand me over a sip ‘cause I ran out

And you talk, talk, talk

Nananananana

I’d catch the sun from you between the index finger and the thumb

I fall back into my past and it’s never soft

And if you throw paper I’ll throw scissors

And you talk, talk, talk

Nananananana

I turn out a firefly in the dark

The sound of a bark in the distance

Paints my room

Devour this silence, one of the awkward ones

That you try to overcome

But you only make it worse and it can only get worse

Not even the shadow of the sun

Taxis patrol in search of tourists they can rob

And you talk, talk, talk

Nanananana

And open my heart with a crowbar

They’re all brothers when everything’s fine

Hand me over a sip ‘cause I ran out

And you talk, talk, talk

Nananananana

I’d catch the sun from you between the index finger and the thumb

I fall back into my past and it’s never soft

And if you throw paper I’ll throw scissors

And you talk, talk, talk

Nananananana

And I find myself again only if I think about you

Only if I lose you

Only if I lose myself, only

It’s raining over the shelter

You act like the international girl

A Merlot at the bar

Your ass turns me on

Cmon, don’t make a show

And I find you again only if I think about you

Only if I lose myself

Only if I lose you, only

Now the sky is covered

Nanananana

And open my heart with a crowbar

They’re all brothers when everything’s fine

Hand me over a sip ‘cause I ran out

And you talk, talk, talk

Nananananana

I’d catch the sun from you between the index finger and the thumb

I fall back into my past and it’s never soft

And if you throw paper I’ll throw scissors

And you talk, talk, talk

Nananananana