L'abitudine
Francesco Gabbani
The Habit
(Dad, da-da-da-da)
(Dad, da-da-da-da)
(Dad, da-da-da-da)
And they spin, spin the men
On the world's carousel
Like the waltzes of waitresses
Among the tables at the end of the day
And buzz and chatter spin
In the hairdressers' salons
The heels of the ladies spin
Late at night on the sidewalks
And on weekends, in procession at the supermarkets
Narcotized by the deals
To buy and be bought
(To buy and be bought)
And you and I caressed by a brief joy
And by the cashiers' smiles
Satisfied or refunded
Submerged or saved
Blessed is the dog at the pace of the master
And who is a fool by vocation
And who, since he holds a bone in his mouth, won't speak his mind
Blessed are all the good men
Those who didn't know and those who don't want to know
And those who confused habit with happiness
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
And they spin, spin the men
In a bittersweet roundabout
Of old lovers in dance halls
Like moths at the end of the day
And engines and females spin
The fighter jets spin
A thousand ankles, a thousand traps
Around the well of desires (Yeah)
And on weekends, in confession at the supermarkets
Among the cold cuts and communions
To eat and be eaten
(To eat and be eaten)
And you and I tired by a slight pain
And by the trumpets and flags
Smiling and surrounded
Submerged or saved
Blessed is the dog at the pace of the master
And who is a fool by vocation
And who, since he holds a bone in his mouth, won't speak his mind
Blessed are all the good men
Those who didn't know and those who don't want to know
And those who confused habit with happiness
And I deny everything before the blackout
Before night falls
Before the wind arrives
And the rooster crows three times
(Dad, da-da-da-da)
(Dad, da-da-da-da)
(Dad, da-da-da-da)
Blessed is the dog at the pace of the master
And who is a fool by vocation
And who, since he holds a bone in his mouth, won't speak his mind
Blessed are all the good men
Those who didn't know and those who don't want to know
And those who confused habit with happiness
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
And those who confused habit with happiness
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
Ta, ta-ta-ta-ta
And they spin, spin the men
