Giovani Wannabe
Pinguini Tattici Nucleari
Wannabe Young
In your heart you only have photos of landscapes
And there's no place for your photos with me
You sleep in the car and I can't help but look at you
You're so beautiful it's crash-worthy, almost touching the guardrail
As a kid, I remember hating vacations
Except when it rained and I stayed in the hotel room
Break me like Hendrix with the Stratocaster
Release my anxieties, but you don't ask for payment
On your legs I read the meaning of life
Forget the Bible or Freud's pages
It's better if we stay friends like before
But then we'll stay up all night to talk about us
We are wannabe young (oh-oh oh-oh)
I dedicate to you the highways that lead to the sea
Wannabe young (oh-oh oh-oh)
Children of the flowers of evil, distant wars, us
Survivors even at the end of history
I want to meet you again at the next Big Bang (eh-eh)
On your face you read my past like Dorian
Take me wherever you want, as long as it's far from me
In your feed you only have photos of landscapes
And maybe it's because you're a landscape too
And with your feet you draw dinosaurs for me
On the Audi's glass, I won't clean it anymore
And I give your name to a tropical hurricane
Every news broadcast will talk about you
You know we're born alone and die alone
But luckily you exist, you're my whole band
We are wannabe young (oh-oh oh-oh)
I dedicate to you the highways that lead to the sea
Wannabe young (oh-oh oh-oh)
Children of the flowers of evil, distant wars, us
Survivors even at the end of history
I want to meet you again at the next Big Bang (eh-eh)
On your face you read my past like Dorian
Take me wherever you want
With you begins the Belle Époque, what timing, o'clock
Beautiful black bloc mischief that you have
You're history, Marc Bloch, a nostalgic moment
Come on, let's share all the troubles
Like Jack on the rock, give me a road trip
Places you've never seen
In the iOS backgrounds, among Spock's planets
You leave your mark wherever you go
We are wannabe young (oh-oh oh-oh)
I dedicate to you the highways that lead to the sea
Wannabe young (oh-oh oh-oh)
Children of the flowers of evil, distant wars, us
Survivors even at the end of history
I want to meet you again at the next Big Bang (eh-eh)
On your face you read my past like Dorian
Take me wherever you want, as long as it's far from me
