I wanted to talk to you.
I don't even know what to tell you...
About the doors made of t-shirts?
Or about Sergio who doesn't get married?
I wanted to play with you
«Who spits further»,
To break glass in factories,
To make anyone yell at us.
Ah, it's so boring to be grown-ups,
To go to birthday parties and talk
About money, about someone's children.
Ah...
It's late and I have to go now.
And I miss waiting for summer,
Buying colourful candies,
And I miss the road, we two on bicycles.
I miss myself, I miss you.
And I miss a beautiful song,
Paying something with the figurines,
And I miss a ballpoint pen in my teeth.
I miss myself, I miss you.
Do you miss me and do you miss yourself?
I wanted to talk to you.
You remember it, your first balloon,
It stopped under the cars,
Though it could fly with the wind.
You don't know how much I want to play
And, also, to cry and to blow my nose,
Then to dive into the highest grass,
To go home, covered in grass.
Ah, instead, we're already grown-ups,
With duty to give answers, to sign and not to be made of stone.
Ah, I still love you.
And I miss waiting for summer,
Buying colourful candies,
I miss the road, we two on bicycles.
I miss myself, I miss you.
And I miss a beautiful song,
Paying something with the figurines,
And I miss a ballpoint pen in my teeth.
I miss myself, I miss you.
Do you miss me and do you miss yourself?
I wanted to talk to you.
I don't even know what to tell you...
And I miss waiting for summer,
Buying colourful candies,
And I miss the road, we two on bicycles.
I miss myself, I miss you.
And I miss a beautiful song,
Stealing 500 lire from my mother,
And I miss a ballpoint pen in my teeth.
I miss myself, I miss you.
Do you miss me and do you miss yourself?
I don't remember it anymore...