How is it going? You are still a sleeping city
Always loved, lost and never regained
And the memory is so distant of a glass
Of cold foam in the hand
The villa is there in front of me in this dawn
In the summer prisoner inside its net
But that net will climb over and if no one
Hears me I would still like talk to her
Because I have a secret to tell her, to tell her
Hey, are you listening to me? Villa bianca dei ciliegi turn on
Your lights again for you, for me
And send me back the images of then on the same day
The same time
To breathe again the life lived with you
Books under your arm, God, now what do I do?
Yes ma'am, after school homework at five
Tea at your house will not be missed
Now the door has opened
What silence around in the large mirror
The day is reflected, who knows where the lady is
The lady who was unfortunately much older than me
In front of that D'Annunzio sofa I felt his hand again
I remained there scared, my eyes wide open
Hearing those yeses between pleasure and terror, hate and love
And that cruel August game ended too soon
Hey, are you listening to me? Blonde lady of the cherry trees, turn on
Those lights again for me, for me
And send me back what I have lost that throughout the
Years I have no longer found
To breathe the air again life, the life lived with you
Books under my arm, God, now what do I do?
Yes ma'am, after school homework at five
Tea at I won't miss his house

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