they're right, they're right
they told me: "Everything she does is old"
you talk about women with moral integrity
they want that, if he hasn't already understood"
and what should I tell him: "look, I can't, when I loved
I loved in her eyes
maybe even in her arms
but I always cryed for her happynes"
light on San Siro of that evening
what is odd, we have all been there
do you remember the game in the fog?
you hide and if I find you I love you there
but you're cheating, you're yelling
it's not fair, in this way it's too easy
finding you, loving you, playing with time
on the dead grass, whit that cold here
but time goes away, they put me in the middle
I'm not able to say just one "no" again
I see you and sometimes I'd like to tell you
but what all this crowd around us is doing?
do my life, do your life
now or then it had to end upridevi e forse avevi un fiore
non ti ho capita, non mi hai capito mai
write Vecchioni, write songs
the more you write , the more you get good and make money
it's not important who listens to them
if she was there or not and who is she?
make them pay you, be worthy
the more you keep your head down, the more they tell you "yes"
who cares if your hands are dirty?
keep them close, and nobody will know that
My Milan, take me away, it is so cold,
I'm disgusted and I can't stand it anymore
lets do a change, take
that little money, that little celebrity I have
but give me my 600 [fiat 600, the car] back
my 20's and a girl that you know
Milano, I'm sorry, I was joking
light on San Siro, they won't switch'em on again