La Primera Persona Del Plural

Tonight, what a night
I spent all my time with you
At night love, love
Is always a surprise to me

Tonight, what a night
I spent all my time with you
At night love, love
Is always a surprise to me

Tonight
Tonight
Tonight, what a night

Tonight
Tonight
Tonight, what a night

It was in the summer of Martini and flowers
Two lovers before being deserters
Shouting for Italy: Ciao, love
I called her mommy
And she called me Salvatore
And in Florence she loved me
And the afternoon in Michelangelo was spilled blood
Then by the river I took some photos of her
And the night lit up its violins for us
And in Venice there was not a park in sight
Among so much art and pickpocket
So we discarded the conquest
And we were two tourists
Trying to escape from the tourists
And in Rome something changed our minds
Too many people who followed the current
We wanted to escape from that environment
Because we never knew how to be obedient

And we learned to run
We didn't want to go back
Ciao, Italy
I won't see you again
We looked for a little corner
Eager to satisfy our appetite
Ready to feel
We took off all day without going out

We felt like the lovers of Jacques Brel
In a hotel room with life between our lips
Playing at changing skin, listening to Lola and Manuel
Forgiving each other with kisses the grievances
In the street we confused destiny
In a store we stole a borsalino
Then we bought a fake Gucci bag
I was Pablo Sorrentino and she Monica Bellucci
Together, at the feet of the tired city
We watched the sunrise from the hood of a car
Under the red carpet of dawn
We buried the cold corpse of the night
But in the end, the end came
The first person of the plural hurt us
Since then love is not the same
And Italy is a distant, cold and strange place

And since then I dance alone
And I get lost in the cities
Walking through soleares
Dreaming that I find you in the bars
And I'm afraid of airplanes
I only travel with stowaways
To places where you are not
To places where you are not

But between glasses of Martini
In the shadows of Bernini's works
Our love was inimitable
Our love was inimitable

When we rented a Mini
To escape from people like Houdini
And our love was inimitable
Our love was inimitable

Between glasses of Martini
In the shadows of Bernini's works
Our love was inimitable
Our love was inimitable

When we rented a Mini
To escape from people like Houdini
And our love was inimitable
Baby, I'm saying your love was inimitable

Tonight, what a night
I spent all my time with you
At night love, love
Is always a surprise to me

Tonight, what a night
I spent all my time with you
At night love, love
Is always a surprise to me