I look for a bit of you in De André's song (Italian artist)
There will be livids to be proud of, others not so much
But the truth is: we're half-identical
I'm just a child you'll call "dad"
Because I've got Nasa in my head
Because I'm never at home
The heart consumed as an old pair of Vans
And all the slaps taken in the square
The ink on the arms
Everything matches ...
Your mother that kisses me
The first kiss
The first day at school
The first day in trial
The first love
The first mistake
The first sun that burns you
And it's the first time for me, too
that I see you
Before everything
And I took notes for all the times I made a mistake
I've got a manual of instructions where "instructions" is written attached (in Italian if you attach the word "istruzioni" with its italian preposition "d", you obtain "distructions")
You're the first place in this life that seems new to me
Before everything
Before everything
A ruthless cynical
who had never adapted
who had never enjoyed all the things life gave him
Then you came and everything has stopped
I'd like to teach you everything I've never learnt
Because I've got Nasa in my head
Because I'm never at home
The heart consumed as an old pair of Vans
And all the slaps taken in the square
The ink on the arms
Everything matches ...
Your mother that kisses me
The first kiss
The first day at school
The first day in trial
The first love
The first mistake
The first sun that burns you
And it's the first time for me, too
that I see you
Before everything
And I took notes for all the times I made a mistake
I've got a manual of instructions where "instructions" is written attached (in Italian if you attach the word "istruzioni" with its italian preposition "d", you obtain "distructions")
You're the first place in this life that seems new to me
Before everything
Before everything
Before everything
Before everything