Silvia Lo Sai

The Bologna jersey seven days a week
Few passes, many dribbles, how many broken windows
A bad and boring god taken while going to doctrine
Like a strict referee blowing all the whys
...to say, to do, to kiss
Watch out, this is the ball that can save us
Instead, what saved us were certain songs
That came out of the radio while you, Silvia, were sitting
Looking for the stations
How funny Luca was while trying to hold your hand
I couldn't help but tease you, but I understood
That something strange was born
And how strange it is to meet you
Silvia wait, wait, I have to talk to you
Silvia you know
You know that Luca is still messing up
Silvia you know
You know that Luca is still messing up
Silvia who knows
Who knows if you still think about Luca
Silvia you know
That Luca is at home feeling bad
The teachers never asked if we were happy
Silvia, you laughed and joked, Luca instead never spoke
What a scent of Bologna in the evening, the May evenings
Luca took beatings from the big guys
To show us he had courage
...to say, to do, to kiss
Sure, but you can't stop time
The other day I found an excuse to talk to him
Hey Luca, it's been a while...
Okay, but now let me go
I didn't think I was being violent
But he started shaking
He looked at me with a somewhat dull look
He couldn't speak
And now what do we do, weren't they supposed to go far?
Silvia you know
You know that Luca is still messing up
Silvia you know
You know that Luca is still messing up
Silvia who knows
Who knows if you still think about Luca
Silvia you know
That Luca is at home feeling bad