Non Sei Tu
Gazzelle
It's Not You
The days go by, go by, go by
And you don't come back here
I've seen a lot of, a lot of Mondays
Coming under my hands, a broken nose
And the desire, desire, desire
Desire for a drink and for Friday
To not see you anymore in the blue eyes
Of a stranger in my bed
Who is not you, who is not you
And what do the others know
About when we used to come back late, full of scratches
And what do the others know
About when we used to laugh like crazy
And what do the others know
About when we used to run like mad
And what do the others know
About our eyes mixing and turning yellow, yellow
The days remain, remain, remain
And you don't come back anymore
And I've got a lot of stupid bruises
On the skin, under the skin, under the stars
And the desire, desire, desire
Desire to leave from here
To not see you anymore in the blue eyes
Of a stranger who is in your place
And it's not you, it's not you
And what do the others know
About when we used to laugh like crazy
And what do the others know
About when we used to run like mad
And what do the others know
About our eyes mixing and becoming many, many
