Monday,
you left me in that corner like that
my eyes fixed on your words
I don't hold a grudge, now
Monday,
you held me tight among the schoolbooks
among the old buildings of this city
that gives me emotions, still
And then yes
living and suffering is worth it
and then yes
growing up and understanding is worth it
still believing in love
getting carried a bit further
or it's all an illusion, this life
this life
Monday,
I look for Enrico but Enrico is nowhere to be found
maybe he is at home or still on the highway
we run too fast in this loneliness.
And then yes
living and suffering is worth it
and then yes
growing up and understanding is worth it
still believing in love
getting carried a bit further
or it's all an illusion, this life
this life