Certe Notti

Certain nights the car is warm
And where it takes you is up to it
Certain nights the road doesn't matter
What matters is feeling who's going
Certain nights the radio playing Neil Young
Seems to have understood who you are
Certain nights resemble a vice
That you don't want to quit, never quit

Certain nights you make a bit of noise
So they know you won't change anymore
Those nights between thighs and mosquitoes
And fog and clubs you're familiar with
Certain nights you have some wounds
That some friend of yours will disinfect
Certain nights with closed bars
At the first rest stop someone will celebrate

Here you can be alone
Certain nights here
Those who settle are happy
Like this, like this
Certain nights you're awake
Or you'll never be awake
We'll see you at Mario's sooner or later

Certain nights you feel like the master of a place
That's not there during the day
Certain nights if you're lucky
You knock on the door of someone like you
There's the night that holds you between its breasts
A bit motherly, a bit dirty as it is
Those nights to make love
Until it hurts, until there's more

And you can be alone
Certain nights here
Those who settle are happy
Like this, like this
Certain nights are nights
And we give them to you
Mario will reopen sooner or later

Certain nights you're alone
More cheerful, more greedy
More naive and foolish as you can be
Those nights are just that vice
That I don't want to quit, never quit

And you can be alone
Certain nights here
Those who settle are happy
Like this, like this
Certain nights you're awake
Or you'll never be awake
We'll see you at Mario's sooner or later