Neanche Un Minuto Di "Non Amore"

I get in my car and drive towards you
on the phone you said, "Yeah, okay, at three!"
from the tone of your voice, you didn’t sound like you
that vibe I liked, no, it wasn’t there anymore!
But what happened?
When did it happen?
No, it can’t be
suddenly, no.
The traffic is rushing
people in the cafes
my mind is racing
and digging into you
the last expressions
the pauses between us
the slightest emotions
your gestures, your eyes
not even a minute
of "non-love"
this is the result of my thoughts!
And yet something’s there
imperceptible to me
but so important to you
I feel it’s present
that screams and meanwhile screams
a horn behind me
I’m hating this road
that separates me from you
not even a minute
of "non-love"
I keep repeating this phrase, obsessed
while I see you.
"Hey, how are you?
Tell me what’s up
I’ll park later.
Tell me what’s wrong!"
So you lost your spot
you cried, and what else is there?
Nothing else, that’s it
you wanted to be with me
Not even a minute
of "non-love"
Sorry if I laugh
I wasn’t thinking of you.