Lost In The Weekend - Cesare Cremonini

Nelle strade dei quartieri inglesi a cosa pensano quando vince il City o torna

il sole

Dopo intere settimane

Negli appartamenti in Cina

E' vero che non hanno Google?

E le domande se le fanno perché sono sempre in

fila

Andiamo a vivere su Marte oppure a Rimini sul mare

Per vedere le ragazze, farsi male

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

Nelle strade ascolterò la gente e i suoi pensieri in coda

Nelle metropolitane per i fine settimana

C'è chi ha voglia di ballare e chi non entra nei locali

Perché veste troppo male, poche ossa e troppi cani

Andiamo a fare un giro in piazza, lì c'è un matto sulle scale

Che rimpiange il Totocalcio che era un gioco eccezionale

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

E poi ci siamo noi, io e te, con le nostre paure più vere

E le nostre notti che parlano lingue straniere

Il mondo è un’alchimia di corpi e luci senza nome

E la paura, poi, diventa amore

E il nostro cuore al buio vuole esplodere

Vuole esplodere, vuole, vuole esplodere

E il nostro cuore al buio vuole esplodere

Vuole, vuole esplodere, vuole esplodere

Lost in the weekend

Lost in the weekend

Lost in the weekend

Lost in the weekend

In the streets of the English quarters what do they think when City wins or returns

the sun

After whole weeks

In apartments in China

Is it true they don't have Google?

And the questions are asked because they are always in

line

Let's go live on Mars or in Rimini by the sea

To see the girls, get hurt

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

In the streets I will listen to the people and their thoughts in the queue

In the subways for weekends

There are those who want to dance and those who do not enter the clubs

Because he dresses too badly, few bones and too many dogs

Let's go for a walk in the square, there is a madman on the stairs

Who regrets the Totocalcio which was an exceptional game

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend

And then there is us, you and me, with our truest fears

And our nights speaking foreign languages

The world is an alchemy of nameless bodies and lights

And fear, then, becomes love

And our heart in the dark wants to explode

He wants to explode, he wants, he wants to explode

And our heart in the dark wants to explode

He wants, he wants to explode, he wants to explode

Lost in the weekend

Lost in the weekend

Lost in the weekend

Lost in the weekend