Un Fiore Per Coltello

Take the car and pull me out from under the table
And take me to the farthest cinema
The window is a horror movie
But in the dashboard there are the newspaper puzzles

In profile you look like Monica Vitti
With your aqua green walkman and a flower for knife
And behind you there's always bad weather
Behind you, it's always bad weather

The fridge is full of dandelions
Of paintings with plants and lemon slices
The desire for Trentino and the damn disappearance of my cat

But I only listen to horrible music
I turn poets upside down and skip dinner
But above all, I don't feel like seeing anyone

You with your wolf t-shirts
You talk like an architect and a chemistry professor
Because instead of a heart you have a calculator
Because instead of a heart you have the poison that Napoleon had in his throat

And you're always late like me
To stay in front of the bingo on Washington Street
With two apple slushies
We count all the passing cars

I leave the serious movies to you
I prefer to jump in the evening on trampolines
While you sing the battles of Federico Fiumani
When you sing about the feats of the 90s
And your alcoholic boys
And you run like a desperate person under all the arcades
And you stumble like a desperate person into all
The most polite waiters

That your love stories have the resilience of flowers under storms
Your love stories have the resilience of flowers under storms