Licantropia - Subsonica

Il tramonto sul discount

Ha il suo picco di poesia

Lo fotografo per te

Che non sei mai stata mia

Ora sei nostalgia

E appanni le finestre col respiro

E c'è una luna elettrica

C'è la mia licantropia

Desideri e voluttà

Su questa periferia

Ora sei nostalgia

Appanni le finestre col respiro

Ora sei nostalgia

Azzanni queste stanze coi ricordi

Correre di sera ed esser parte del buio

E ancora correre invisibili tra siepi incolte e cartelloni

Tacchi in controluce tra motori fermi ad aspettare

Un giro in paradiso tra parcheggi, fabbriche e goldoni

Lampade di chioschi che ora friggono e il buio intorno

Pugni in faccia tra ubriachi sono vetri che volano

E volano i pensieri che trattengo qui nei miei polmoni

Correre tra fango e piscio fino a farli ritornare buoni

Ora sei nostalgia

Appanni le finestre col respiro

Ora sei nostalgia

Azzanni queste stanze coi ricordi

The sunset on the discount store

It has its peak of poetry

I photograph it for you

That you were never mine

Now you are homesick

And you mist the windows with your breath

And there is an electric moon

There is my lycanthropy

Desires and pleasure

On this periphery

Now you are homesick

You cloud the windows with your breath

Now you are homesick

You blast these rooms with memories

Run in the evening and be part of the dark

And still running invisible between overgrown hedges and billboards

Heels against the light between engines stopped waiting

A ride in paradise between parking lots, factories and goldoni

Kiosk lamps that are now frying and darkness around

Fists in the face between drunks are flying glass

And the thoughts that I hold here in my lungs fly

Running through mud and piss until they are good again

Now you are homesick

You cloud the windows with your breath

Now you are homesick

You blast these rooms with memories