A keresés eredménye

Twins

[verse 1]
On her face a starry sky with freckles (She)
She enlarges the belt’s hole with the scissors
(Hey)
That cemetery made of shirts in the washing machine
Is waiting to come back to life in the dryer
The pan that tans on the stove
The guanciale sings and you tie your hair up
On an old armchair in a modern kitchen
Our bed has become a stretcher
And when a plate falls down everyone screams:
“Shards”
Because you pay for what you break but we divide it
Because we do it like everyone does, like crazy people
We cross the line to go back to our footsteps
 
[chorus]
And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice
I know you like living like a 30 year old
And we try to be like we’ve always been
We make an ass of ourselves like always
We were good but we called it quits
To give ourselves space, a bit of light
We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli
We cut back, it doesn’t repair itself
 
[verse 2]
At night the airplanes dress themselves as stars
To give us hope of touching them
They stay in the dark like old lovers
Hey, you’re a star dressed as an airplane
And I can’t reach that far
We’re a tattoo made with henné
We’re limping, and don’t look at me
‘Cause I’m going to ask you
“Any news?”
But I don’t want to know (no)
I ask you how you’re doing (doing)
And, I swear, I’m good
I swear, I was good
But at times we catch the wrong time
Maybe I had already left, you know, maybe we were slow
You want to talk to me, that sucks
You text me: “come down”
And shit gets real when you start off with:
“Look”
About the privacy I chose
“Agree”
I removed the comments, I don’t think I’ll come down
 
[chorus]
And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice
I know you like living like a 30 year old
And we try to be like we’ve always been
We make an ass of ourselves like always
We were good but we called it quits
To give ourselves space, a bit of light
We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli
We cut back, it doesn’t repair itself
 
[verse 3]
Every part of you is stitched in length
Our story is like the Operation game
You remove pieces of me and then you leave them in the dark
So that I won’t be able to find them again
You can find me at the Gemelli as an only child
Oh, you can think I’m crazy, crazy
But I won’t go away
No, we’re under anesthesia
And if nothing works out
We call in sick
But i won’t go away
 
[chorus]
And you’re that kind of girl to whom photos don’t to justice
I know you like living like a 30 year old
And we try to be like we’ve always been
We make an ass of ourselves like always
We were good but we called it quits
To give ourselves space, a bit of light
We were twins, now we’re at the Gemelli
We cut back, I’m the one who has your smile
 
[outro]
Now I have two
We spend our days being hard on ourselves
Like a pit bull that doesn’t drop the bone
We’re a beer that came to its end
And I’m sorry, love,
But when I’m alone
Oh, I fly
 

Photoraphy

[Strofa 1: Carl Brave]
She does 'He loves me, he doesn't love me'(1) with a quatrefoil
We stubborn like waves on a rock
And you come but you never stay
We were oak, now we are bonsai
I hear the ticking of the rain on the roof
In the distance the sirens 'ni-no, ni no'
Walls' alarm sounds endlessly
A cigarette drows in a manhole
Tevere seems the ocean
We live until late at night and we do bomb dives in the sea
A friend tells (about himself), I swear I'll be a tomb
I call her again and again 'TIM informs' (2)
On a rotunda Alberto Tomba (3), your sister
From the Toyota's bow beautiful going make a maneuver
Here we don't live with the air
And you can't get back as Minala (5) did
 
[Chorus: Francesca Michielin]
I want a free hour in a new TV series
Make me a picture and don't look how it is
I say 'Hello' on a Ciao (4)
Let's share a pizza margherita and let's go out to drink
I have your red eyes on a photographic film
I cry without windscreen on scooter
But you and me, from negatives, yes
we go out well
Like a photography
Like a photography
Like a photography
Like a photography
 
[Strofa 2: Fabri Fibra]
I go out of home just if I have something to do
because outside I always lose my mobile phone
I keep under control the problem, it's normal
I know I have to change solar system
The world is full of hater and you already know that
Smile in picture so you will confuse them
No one really believes in what you do
I hope God keeps me far away from troubles
How good you are with that Fila t-shirt
I've bought a disc just for the cover
A thousand messages, always the same emoticon
But if you don't use social network, nobody trusts
Fashion is beautiful, but it makes us all the same
Who cares, I bought this sunglasses
Let's stay here talking about art and films
Until Mars will divide us
 
[Chorus: Francesca Michielin]
I want a free hour in a new TV series
Make me a picture and don't look how it is
I say 'Hello' on a Ciao
Let's share a pizza margherita and let's go out to drink
I have your red eyes on a photographic film
I cry without windscreen on scooter
But you and me, from negatives, yes
we go out well
 
[Bridge: Francesca Michielin]
And if you don't say it to me, I throw a 3310 (6)
Like a rock in a little lake in the city
Let's go to the outdoor cinema with uncovered heart
And with a melted Polaretto (7) in the car
And while you don't look at me I take a picture of you
And then when you move I give you a kiss in the air
E nananana, nananana, naaa
 
[Ritornello: Francesca Michielin e Carl Brave]
Like a photography
Like a photography
Like a photography
Like a photography
 
[Outro: Francesca Michielin]
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