Brioschi - Franco126

Strofino via i sogni dagli occhi

I miei ricordi scarabocchi

E dovrei andare a fare jogging

Ma rimando pure oggi

E mi son fatto mille piani

Però poi ho fatto male i conti

Ed è dura da digerire

Ed ho finito anche i Brioschi

E ho troppa fantasia per la realtà

E mettermi nei guai è la mia specialità

Borbotta il cielo sopra la città

Tu seduta un po' più in là

Nel mio stesso bar

E c’hai quel non so che

Di chi ha tutti gli occhi su di sé

E ti vorrei parlare

Ma mi mangerei le parole

Continuo a bere vodka e Schweppes

Magari il primo passo lo fai te

Magari ci hai visto qualcosa

Magari sali da me

Mi ha detto male, male, male

Male, male, male

Stendo le lacrime a asciugare

E rimane solo il sale

Mi sono perso in queste strade

Mi serve un TuttoCittà

E sembra un film finito male

Male, male, male (male, male, male)

E sento tutto gli occhi addosso

Ma non ci sta nessuno intorno

Forse sono solo sbronzo

Forse un poco paranoico

E ho troppo fantasia per la realtà

E dentro casa mia ci sta il Maracanã

Ho una schedina vinta per metà

Sto seduto in fondo al tram

Mentre il giorno se ne va

E c’hai quel non so che

Di chi ha tutti gli occhi su di sé

E ti vorrei parlare

Ma mi mangerei le parole

Continuo a bere vodka e Schweppes

Magari il primo passo lo fai te

Magari ci hai visto qualcosa

Magari sali da me

Mi ha detto male, male, male

Male, male, male

Stendo le lacrime a asciugare

E rimane solo il sale

Mi sono perso in queste strade

Mi serve un TuttoCittà

E sembra un film finito male

Male, male, male (male, male, male)

Mi ha detto male, male, male

Male, male, male

Stendo le lacrime a asciugare

E rimane solo il sale

Mi sono perso in queste strade

Mi serve un TuttoCittà

E sembra un film finito male

Male, male, male (male, male, male)

I rub the dreams out of my eyes

My memories scribble

And I should go jogging

But I'm postponing today as well

And I made myself a thousand plans

But then I miscalculated

And it's hard to digest

And I also finished the Brioschi

And I have too much fantasy for reality

And getting in trouble is my specialty

The sky above the city hums

You sitting a little further

In my own bar

And you have that I don't know what

Of those who have all eyes on themselves

And I'd like to talk to you

But I would eat the words

I keep drinking vodka and Schweppes

Maybe the first step is you

Maybe you saw something there

Maybe come up to me

She said bad, bad, bad

Bad, bad, bad

I spread my tears to dry

And only the salt remains

I got lost in these streets

I need a TuttoCittà

And it looks like a bad movie

Bad, bad, bad (bad, bad, bad)

And I feel all eyes on me

But there is no one around us

Maybe I'm just drunk

Maybe a little paranoid

And I have too much imagination for reality

And in my house there is the Maracana

I have a half-won ticket

I'm sitting at the end of the tram

As the day goes by

And you have that I don't know what

Of those who have all eyes on themselves

And I'd like to talk to you

But I would eat the words

I keep drinking vodka and Schweppes

Maybe the first step is you

Maybe you saw something there

Maybe come up to me

She said bad, bad, bad

Bad, bad, bad

I spread my tears to dry

And only the salt remains

I got lost in these streets

I need a TuttoCittà

And it looks like a bad movie

Bad, bad, bad (bad, bad, bad)

He said bad, bad, bad

Bad, bad, bad

I spread my tears to dry

And only the salt remains

I got lost in these streets

I need a TuttoCittà

And it looks like a bad movie

Bad, bad, bad (bad, bad, bad)