Giovani

They fuck inside a car
In front of a factory
With the radio off as dawn approaches
Hoping it's not the police
Don't stop, she's gone
Doing that thing you don't like but I do
Pretending a little jealousy
Even though you're mine
I only talk because you know I like it as much as you
Young
With adult vices and a face that deserves a slap because we are
Young
With anger-filled eyes but without a reason
It's us
Who write the story
It's us
Thieves of goosebumps

They fuck inside a car
Two plastic cups
Full of poems and random phrases from a good movie
Pretending to have a theory
About love, drugs
About money that only brings perfect lies
We who want nothing on a seat shaken by turbulence
Rich only in experiences
Don't stay here
Think about it if damn I love you a bit
It's us
Who write the story
It's us
Thieves of goosebumps

Young with fewer cards
As if they were on the sidelines
Without knots in their ties
But with knots in their throats
Young
Young like us

It's us
Who write the story
It's us
Thieves of goosebumps
Fuck off to the fake intellectuals full of judgments in their pockets
We who make luck before we read it and that's it
With our head on a cup
And a desire for revenge
Writing on our skin
Young forever