Favole [English translation]

On the bottom of a glass

I will find a thought for yesterday

And it will have the bittersweet taste

of a Summer from a hundred years ago

Of a little pub that will never reopen

And a photo in a drawer

Damn pride, making us feel alone among ourselves

Nostalgia, you scoundrel, I know how you work

You'll come looking for me, you'll force me

To one more day, to wait one more day

And no,

No, we no longer believe in fairy tales

No, we no longer bite on strawberries

No, we can't see the stars

From this fucking city

Is it better to fight or to sleep on it,

To try to exist or to resist

Tell me, what difference does it make

Do you know what difference does it make

A witch's eyes, of a color without words

And a song pumping from the stereo of a car going by

Stray dogs on the road,

Prisoners of a bitter life,

Going around until morning

Eyes red, 6 a.m dreams

Nostalgia, you scoundrel, I know how you work

You'll come looking for me, you'll force me

To one more day, to wait one more day

And no,

No, we no longer believe in fairy tales

No, we no longer bite on strawberries

No, we can't see the stars

From this fucking city

Is it better to fight or to sleep on it,

To try to exist or to resist

Tell me, what difference does it make

Do you know what difference does it make

No,

No, we no longer believe in fairy tales

No, we no longer bite on strawberries

No, we can't see the stars

From this fucking city

Is it better to fight or to sleep on it,

To try to exist or to resist

Tell me, what difference does it make

You know what difference it makes.