San Giovanni

Under a roof of stars near St. John
With the light, with the smoke, slipping through the clothes
You’re with no one but I’ve been with you for years
You’re with no one but I’ve been with you for years

While the pipes echo in the gutter
I can’t touch you, a dog’s barking at me
Usually, I’m a bit better than this
Usually, I talk a little better than this
You who can’t seem to think of me
Me who can’t seem to look at you

You don’t have a way of doing things
I don’t have a way to make you understand
That maybe it’s time to go to sleep
But I don’t want to go home
And this night is already turning into morning
Then sorry, look how beautiful the moon is

Fuck it, it’s not like it’s Saturday night
And anyway, my back is killing me
I was thinking put on another song
'Cause this room has already changed color
I’m getting sleepy but I want to watch you
There’s Lucio Dalla to see you dance
But it can’t be done, it can’t be done
There’s Lucio Dalla to hear you sing
But I have to wait, I have to wait

Do you remember how great the escapes were at St. John?
Against all the rules but without causing harm
And what beautiful words we had in our heads
And what ugly fears were in front of us
I bought you something but I got the wrong size
I broke the keys, call the doorman
I’m usually a bit better than this
I’m usually better looking than this

You who can’t seem to think of me
Me who can’t seem to look at you
You don’t have a way of doing things
I don’t have a way to make you understand
That maybe it’s time to go to sleep
But I don’t want to go home
And this night is already turning into morning
Then sorry, look how beautiful the moon is
Fuck it, it’s not like it’s Saturday night
And anyway, my back is killing me
I was thinking put on another song

'Cause this room has already changed color
I’m getting sleepy but I want to watch you
There’s Malamore to see you dance
But it can’t be done
It can’t be done
There’s Malamore to hear you sing

But I have to wait
I have to wait
There’s Lucio Dalla to see you dance
But it can’t be done
It can’t be done
There’s Lucio Dalla to hear you sing
But I have to wait
I have to wait