STORIE BREVI (feat. Annalisa)

It feels like August '96
This morning everyone knows that love is in the air
And you're a bit of a fake bourgeois, but we understand each other anyway
And it's very rare for me, very rare
You make me gasp for air
When you answer me
You blow me up
Like eco-monsters

After all, why not?
It could hurt us a lot
It's true that in ta-, ta-ta-ta-ta
Many have plastic hearts

But the others, all short stories
All short stories, all short stories
Everyone is at the seaside and we are not
We have too much going on
You got me feeling weird
We fly slowly
In the blue like your Levi's
We two black cats
All short stories, the others

Come on, what a beautiful Hollywood moon, you and me, four walls, a shutter
Closed
Who's killing us?
Some addictions that we miss, taste

After all, why not?
It could hurt us a lot
It's true that in ta-, ta-ta-ta-ta
Many have plastic hearts

But the others, all short stories
All short stories, all short stories
Everyone is at the seaside and we are not
We have too much going on
You got me feeling weird
We fly slowly
In the blue like your Levi's
We two black cats
All short stories, the others

Maybe it's because this sea was agitating me
And I've been missing you, and you too
They will end, all the others are short stories

You got me feeling weird
We fly slowly
In the blue like your Levi's
We two black cats
All short stories, the others