Il Monolocale
Lucio Battisti
The Studio Apartment
Every day I buy the newspaper not only for the cinema and sports
but also to look for a studio apartment even without all the comforts
because I want to bring you into a house and a real bed with me...
It makes me want to cry: for sale and a million for a down payment
only for sale, for sale it seems almost impossible
I haven't told you yet that my uncle no longer lends the apartment
he's ashamed of the concierge, I certainly can't give him a black eye
I'm sorry my love without a home, I'm sorry especially for you...
damn uncle, stingy, ungrateful, and hypocritical
they're all for sale, for sale, not even a hole for rent
You are kind but for me it's an offense to take advantage of your home
having to send your mother to do the shopping to hug you a bit and feel you mine.
I would like to hug you always dear love, stay long alone with you...
It makes me want to cry: for sale it seems almost impossible
unfortunately for sale, for sale a dream so simple
A bouquet of flowers, the curtains, the colors, a white sofa, me sitting with you
The sun in the morning close to bed and after love we drink coffee.
