Assurdo Pensare

See you on Saturday
If you don't have anything to do
All the little things
Make me feel good
All the fragile things
Always make themselves loved
And I understood right away
Listening to you talk
It will be, I know, always difficult
My life is the opposite of yours
But similar

It's absurd to think
That sometimes things
Don't go well
And end up being given up
It's absurd to think
That reaching a goal
You don't even get there
And it becomes a memory
It's absurd to think
But it's allowed to do so
And I'm less sad
If at least I talk to you
And I invent moments
Hugs and advice
I imagine stories
The troubles, the dazzles
That I would have calculated
If I were capable
That only by trying to do better
You will make me happy

But fundamentally everything is fine
It's just that objectively I can't
It's that patience amuses us
For us in love
Without wanting to say it

It's absurd to think

And I freeze our memory
To never lose it again
And I think of the laughter and how much joy
That will never touch
Anyone ever

It's absurd to think
You will make me happy, happy, happy

Because patience drives you crazy
Who falls in love
Without wanting to