Sì Può Darsi
Frah Quintale
Maybe
The first day of vacation after
A year to forget
A colorful weekend
Light as these drugs
The pen flies over scattered sheets
I draw, I write my verses
And maybe I thought of you, yeah, maybe
Yeah, maybe
In a bar who knows where in Italy
We forgot the way back home
What’s the point of a map
For us who were already in the clouds?
The first day of vacation after
Half the year stuck at home
I let my phone die
And my watch who knows where
Enjoying certain lost afternoons
Chillin' a bit high under the sun
Sometimes maybe it’s okay to get distracted
Yeah, maybe
In a bar who knows where in Italy
We forgot the way back home
What’s the point of a map
For us who were already in the clouds?
