Ambra Angiolini
Miscellaneous
Monday, Tuesday
Melancholy doesn't go away today, as it rains on my heart
Now that you're away, melancholy almost seems like a prison,
/>and it climbs inside the soul, sliding between thoughts
I won't see you again until Saturday, I can't stand to think about it.
Monday arrives and Tuesday grows
when I am empty streets and the soul is empty
and then Wednesday and Thursday again
when there are four days lost without you...
...Tuesday kills me but , where are you...?
...I'm already there, if you were there you would find the words
to give me back the blue, to give me back to you, to sing a song
or take me away outside damage, being together for hours and hours...
...I'll call you, you'll call me, but it's just a few words
and I miss them dearly, you know, those sweet good eyes of yours.. .
...the caresses, your hands...
...when Saturday is a thousand centuries away...