Fotografia (feat. Francesca Michielin y Fabri Fibra)

She plays 'He loves me, he loves me not' with a four-leaf clover (ok)
We stubborn like waves on a cliff (yes)
And you come but then you never stay (eh)
We were oak trees, now we're bonsai (eh)
I listen to the rain ticking on the roof (yes)
In the distance the sirens 'nee-naw, nee-naw' (eh)
The alarm of the fence sounds endlessly
A cigarette drowns in a drain (eh)
The Tiber looks like the ocean
We who live deep into the night and dive into the sea with a splash
A friend of mine who opens up, I swear I'll be a tomb
I call her again and again: 'TIM informs'
On a roundabout Alberto Tomba, your sister
From the bow of a Toyota, good-looking, you maneuver (ehh, ehh)
Here you can't survive on air-ah (ahh)
And you can't go back like Minala did

[Francesca Michielin]

I want an hour of fresh air in a new series
Take a picture of me and don't look at how it turns out
I say 'Hi' over a 'Bye'
Let's split a daisy and go out for a drink
I have your red eyes in my pocket on the film roll
I cry without a windshield on the scooter
But you and I, from the negatives, yes
We come out well
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Like a photograph

[Fabri Fibra]

I only leave the house if I have things to do
Because I always lose my phone outside
I keep the problem under control, it's normal
I know I should change solar system
The world is full of haters and you already know
Smile in photos so you'll confuse them
No one really believes in what you do
I hope God keeps me away from trouble
How good you look in that Fila t-shirt
I bought a record just for the cover
A thousand messages, always the same little face
But if you don't use social media, no one trusts you (ah)
Fashion is nice but it makes us all the same
Who cares, look I got these glasses
Let's stay here talking about art and various movies
Until Mars separates us

[Francesca Michielin]

I want an hour of fresh air in a new series
Take a picture of me and don't look at how it turns out
I say 'Hi' over a 'Bye'
Let's split a daisy and go out for a drink
I have your red eyes in my pocket on the film roll
I cry without a patch on the scooter
But you and I, from the negatives, yes
We come out well

And if you don't tell me I'll throw a 3310 at you
Like a stone in a pond in the city
Let's go to the open-air cinema with a slightly exposed heart
And with a melted Polaretto in the car
And while you're not looking I'll take a picture of you
And when you move I'll give you a kiss in vain
And nananana, nananana, naaa

[Francesca Michielin and Carl Brave]

Like a photograph
Like a photograph
Like a photograph
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[Francesca Michielin]

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