Tappeto Di Fragole

I stay still among the waves
While I think of you
Red fire, light, and swallow
Among the leaves, a very weak wind blows
Meanwhile, a flower
Is about to be born

Here we are
Watching the clouds
On a strawberry carpet
How can I
Explain to you if I get agitated
And make a fool of myself

Talk to me and hold me
Or pretend to love me

In a slightly yellowed photo
It's all I have
And I don't understand if you were laughing or not
Here pierced on the ground
I lie waiting
To fly a little

Here we are
Watching the clouds
On a strawberry carpet
How can I
Explain to you if I get agitated
And make a fool of myself

Talk to me, hold me
Or pretend to love me

Oh, oh
Oh

Here we are
Watching the clouds
On a strawberry carpet
How can I
Explain to you if I get agitated
And make a fool of myself

Talk to me, hold me
Or pretend to love me