Sabbie mobili [English translation]

It was six in the morning, but

Drunk with the eyes full of drowsiness

We were smoking the next day

But the more I look at you, the more I don't remember it

Lying down at the hotel, turning on the telly

Now it's three, who knows if you're doing well

If you want, come to my room and drink

I'll be insensitive but I won't change for you

Today my mouth

Knows about what I don't drink

Like the Coke I left there

In a bar in Naples

I'm going slow, slow, but

I want to run like a jaguar

I had a hundred dreams, bro

You, sitting at the kebab place,1

You ask me what I'm doing

I'm writing home, I'm not stealing, I'm not dealing

The more I think about you here

The more I fall into quicksands

Maybe it was morning, I don't know

Maybe late at night or it was sunrise

I was thinking about you, losing my patience

Staying without you is like staying at the field with no ball

If you come here I'm drinking some Tanqueray2

In your future, remember

How you sit down in the car happy, motionless

Today my mouth

Knows about what I don't drink

Like the Coke I left there

In a bar in Naples

I'm going slow, slow, but

I want to run like a jaguar

I had a hundred dreams, bro

You, sitting at the kebab place,

You ask me what I'm doing

I'm writing home, I'm not stealing, I'm not dealing

The more I think about you here

The more I fall into quicksands

I'm going slow, slow, but

I want to run like a jaguar

I had a hundred dreams, bro

You, sitting at the kebab place,

You ask me what I'm doing

I'm writing home, I'm not stealing, I'm not dealing

The more I think about you here

The more I fall into quicksands

1. In colloquial Italian, a kebabbaro is someone who prepares and sells kebab, often in a small space.2. A brand of gin.