Boulevard
CLARA (ITA)
Boulevard
Ran away from that small town, now even Milan feels tight
Friends are still the same, brother grew up way too fast
You know I miss home 'cause with mom I feel safe
My spot like a pole
You’ve been alone, both dad and school
I’ve got a lump in my throat like a scarf
I always stressed you with my questions
But the biggest one: Where’s dad?
I gift you trips on the boulevard
Inside the shops like Carla
And when they see us uh-la-la, uh-la-la, uh-la-la
For you it’s always the same
If I win, I lose
Maybe no one saves themselves alone
Alone on these streets
I get lost, but then I find myself
I write it in pen on a wall
No one saves themselves alone
On the eve of that Christmas
Words fell more than the snow
That’s when I learned what absence is
It’s another gift, this emptiness
Stay here if you want, in front of me and then
I calm the anxieties and you know
I gift you trips on the boulevard
Inside the shops like Carla
And when they see us uh-la-la, uh-la-la, uh-la-la
For you it’s always the same
If I win, I lose
Maybe no one saves themselves alone
Alone on these streets
I get lost, but then I find myself
I write it in pen on a wall
No one saves themselves alone
And like lost pawns
I travel on a road that
Doesn’t show anything
I still travel at a hundred
No, I won’t stop
I gift you trips on the boulevard
Inside the shops like Carla
And when they see us uh-la-la
When they see us uh-la-la
For you it’s always the same
If I win, I lose
Maybe no one saves themselves alone
Alone on these streets
I get lost, but then I find myself
I write it in pen on a wall
No one saves themselves alone
No one saves themselves alone
No one saves themselves alone