Sbatti And we will get through the nights with lots of syrup
And against nostalgia we will eat an apple pie
And we will arrive late to all our struggles
And we will arrive tired to our first thirty years
And we will have big dreams, but without realizing them
And we will have big lunches with our lifelong friends
And maybe we will have a child on the Island of Giglio
On a sailboat made from our discarded clothes
You start first
Or should I start first?
But in the end, I’m the only one who gets attached
While you still soar high
Like the dead leaves
On the windshields of the cars, huh
And I’m still testing
A plan to not be next to you
While life throws me off balance
Every fixed point, every solid point
Every fixed point, every solid point
Every fixed point, every solid point
And we will arrive late to all our struggles
And we will arrive tired to our first thirty years
And we will have big dreams, but without realizing them
And we will have big lunches with our lifelong friends
And maybe we will have a child on the Island of Giglio
On a sailboat made from our discarded clothes
Every fixed point, every solid point
(Every fixed point, every solid point)
