Strano sogno - Andrea Cardillo

Strano sogno questa sera

Fatto prima di dormire

Oggi ho un sonno da morire

Ma mi tiene sveglio lui

Qui disteso dentro al letto

Sogno un sogno ormai perfetto

Qui davanti a questa notte

Mentre piove fuori da

Una finestra senza vetri

Tra due muri senza ali

Sotto due o tre coperte

Visto il freddo che fa qui

Questo sogno non si ama

Non si odia e non si spoglia

Non si spegne e non si tocca

Non si bacia sulla bocca

Questo sogno non si ama

Non si odia e non si spoglia

Non si spegne e non si tocca

Non si bacia sulla bocca

Penso ma che strano sogno

Fatto prima di dormire

Voglio sempre più sognare

Come e cosa non lo so

Seduto ormai fuori dal letto

Non mi frega ormai del freddo

E con gli occhi spalancati

Mentre piove fuori da

Una finestra senza vetri

Tra due muri senza ali

Viaggio in mezzo a dove

A dove non lo so

Questo sogno non si ama

Non si odia e non si spoglia

Non si spegne e non si tocca

Non si bacia sulla bocca

Questo sogno non si ama

Non si odia e non si spoglia

Non si spegne e non si tocca

Non si bacia sulla bocca

Questo sogno non si ama

Non si odia e non si spoglia

Non si spegne e non si tocca

Non si bacia sulla bocca

Questo sogno non si ama

Non si odia e non si spoglia

Non si spegne e non si tocca

Non si bacia sulla bocca

Strange dream tonight

Done before bed

Today I have a sleep to die for

But he keeps me awake

Here lying in the bed

I dream of a now perfect dream

Here ahead of this night

While it rains outside

A window without glass

Between two wingless walls

Under two or three blankets

Given the cold it is here

This dream is not loved

He does not hate himself and does not undress

It does not turn off and is not touched

He does not kiss on the mouth

This dream is not loved

He does not hate himself and does not undress

It does not turn off and is not touched

He does not kiss on the mouth

I think what a strange dream

Done before bed

I want to dream more and more

How and what I don't know

Now sitting out of bed

I don't care about the cold now

And with eyes wide open

While it rains outside

A window without glass

Between two wingless walls

I travel in the middle of where

Where I don't know

This dream is not loved

He does not hate himself and does not undress

It does not turn off and is not touched

He does not kiss on the mouth

This dream is not loved

He does not hate himself and does not undress

It does not turn off and is not touched

He does not kiss on the mouth

This dream is not loved

He does not hate himself and does not undress

It does not turn off and is not touched

He does not kiss on the mouth

This dream is not loved

He does not hate himself and does not undress

It does not turn off and is not touched

He does not kiss on the mouth