In finestra - Peter White

Fuori piove al vento e sono già le sette

Vetrine accese di negozi lungo strade spente

E il freddo rimane sopra le giacche

Sotto alle calze, lungo le sue gambe

E vorrei davvero starti accanto quando il tempo stringe e la serata esplode nei

tuoi occhi

E io un po' ci credo che in fondo i ricordi sono come i sogni e più pensi più

li scordi

E scusami vado di fretta

Magari ci vedremo a una festa

Fumeremo i ricordi in finestra

Mentre la pioggia spezza il fumo di una sigaretta

E scusami vado di fretta

Magari ci vedremo a una festa

Fumeremo i ricordi in finestra

Mentre la pioggia spezza il fumo di una sigaretta

Vorrei avere vent’anni nell'80

E fare tutto quello che mio padre mi racconta

Vorrei restare un po' nelle tue braccia

Ma il tempo corre troppo e la notte scappa

Tasche pieni di scontrini accartocciati spesi per cazzate che si fingono i miei

soldi

Scarpe piene dei miei passi fatti: pochi giusti, tanti falsi, che ricordano i

miei posti

E vorrei davvero starti accanto quando il tempo stringe e la serata esplode nei

tuoi occhi

E io un po' ci credo che in fondo i ricordi sono come i sogni e più pensi più

li scordi

E scusami vado di fretta

Magari ci vedremo a una festa

Fumeremo i ricordi in finestra

Mentre la pioggia spezza il fumo di una sigaretta

E scusami vado di fretta

Magari ci vedremo a una festa

Fumeremo i ricordi in finestra

Mentre la pioggia spezza il fumo di una sigaretta

E scusami vado di fretta

Magari ci vedremo a una festa

Fumeremo i ricordi in finestra

Mentre la pioggia spezza il fumo di una sigaretta

It's raining in the wind outside and it's already seven o'clock

Lit shop windows along dull streets

And the cold stays over the jackets

Under the stockings, along her legs

And I would really like to be by your side when time is running out and the evening blows up

your eyes

And I believe a little that in the end memories are like dreams and the more you think the more

forget them

And I'm sorry I'm in a hurry

Maybe we'll meet at a party

We will smoke the memories in the window

While the rain breaks the smoke from a cigarette

And I'm sorry I'm in a hurry

Maybe we'll meet at a party

We will smoke the memories in the window

While the rain breaks the smoke from a cigarette

I wish I was twenty in 80

And do everything my father tells me

I would like to stay in your arms for a while

But time goes too far and the night runs away

Pockets full of crumpled receipts spent on bullshit pretending to be mine

money

Shoes full of my steps taken: a few righteous, many false, reminiscent of the

my places

And I would really like to be by your side when time is running out and the evening blows up

your eyes

And I believe a little that in the end memories are like dreams and the more you think the more

forget them

And I'm sorry I'm in a hurry

Maybe we'll meet at a party

We will smoke the memories in the window

While the rain breaks the smoke from a cigarette

And I'm sorry I'm in a hurry

Maybe we'll meet at a party

We will smoke the memories in the window

While the rain breaks the smoke from a cigarette

And I'm sorry I'm in a hurry

Maybe we'll meet at a party

We will smoke the memories in the window

While the rain breaks the smoke from a cigarette