Scarabocchi

(Yeah) (hey)
(Eh-oh, na-na, eh-oh)
(Another smoke in the studio)
(Another one, another one, you know it, eh)
(I’m singing a love song)
(Eh-oh, na-na, eh-oh)
(You know what it means, come on, go, jvli) (ico)

I’m sorry
When I’m scared, I ramble, raise my voice
Let it out
Slap me, break my nose, and kiss me on the forehead
(Just at the end, a little tenderness)
(Crazy stuff, crazy stuff)
And you’re right, I know it’s not rational
I’m still struggling a bit
(I’m giving it my all, but it’s still tough, eh)
(But it’s not enough, not enough)
After all, I’m sure it’s normal
Having always pretended
(What, bro, about what?)

It doesn’t matter who you sleep with
If you turn and close your eyes
If in the end you’re just dreaming (dreaming)
(But it’s a nightmare)

It doesn’t matter who you talk to
If in the meantime you doodle
If in the end you’re not listening (not listening)
(You’re distracted, you’re distracted)

It doesn’t matter who you hook up with
If the lights are off
If in the end you enjoy it and then feel empty like always
But maybe sometimes I’m wrong (who said it, who knows) (eh)
But who said it? (Who?) (who? What?)
But who said it? (What, bro, what, oh?) oh?

But who said that people like us
Never have anything to regret?
(Eh-oh, na-na, eh-oh)
(But who said it? Who said it?)
We learn less from the news than from the walls of the streets
(Eh-oh, na-na, eh-oh)
Because it matters who you cry with
Who you sleep with and who you talk to
If you already know they’ll be awake late waiting for you (ah)
I know you can’t stand me (make an effort)
But we’re not like the others

And say it to my face (come on, more)
Say it clearly, just say it or tell the moon
(You think it brings good luck)
Oh, but how many words (how many, how many) (ah)
Cut it out, you’re making me look bad
(In front of everyone, come on)
And you’re right, it doesn’t make sense to fight
I’m trying to learn, I’m still struggling a bit
After all, I’m sure it’s normal
I need to get used to sharing life

But who said that people like us
Never have anything to regret?
(Eh-oh, na-na, eh-oh)
(I’ve got something to regret)
We learn less from the news than from the walls of the streets
(Eh-oh, na-na, eh-oh)
Because it matters who you cry with
Who you sleep with and who you talk to
If you already know they’ll be awake late waiting for you
I know you can’t stand me
(Make an effort) (come on, come on)
But we’re not like the others