Riccione - Thegiornalisti

Le navi salpano, le spiagge bruciano

Selfie di ragazze dentro i bagni che si amano

La notte è giovane, giovani vecchi

Parlami d’amore che domani sarò a pezzi

Intanto cerco il mare, un’aquila reale

Tra poche ore, tra poche ore

Sotto il sole, sotto il sole

Di Riccione, di Riccione

Quasi quasi mi pento

E non ci penso più, e non ci penso più

Faccio a schiaffi, faccio a schiaffi

Con le onde, con il vento

Le prendo

Come se fossero te, come se fossero te, come se fossero te

Eh oh

I treni frenano, le serie iniziano

Video di ragazzi persi dentro ad un telefono

La notte è giovane, sognami adesso

Parlami d’amore che domani non sarò lo stesso

Intanto cerco il mare, un’aquila reale

Tra poche ore, tra poche ore

Sotto il sole, sotto il sole

Di Riccione, di Riccione

Quasi quasi mi pento

E non ci penso più, e non ci penso più

Faccio a schiaffi, faccio a schiaffi

Con le onde, con il vento

Le prendo

Come se fossero te, come se fossero te, come se fossero te

Sotto il cielo, sotto il cielo

Di Berlino, di Berlino

Mangio un mezzo panino

E ti perdo

Faccio a schiaffi, faccio a schiaffi

Con l’asfalto, col cemento

Le prendo

Come se fossero te, come se fossero te, come se fossero te

Eh oh

Nuovo sentimento, nuove scarpe, nuova casa

Nuova gente in centro con la macchina del tempo

Nuovi ristoranti, nuovi amici per la pelle

Parte il campionato e si riaccendono le stelle

Si riaccendono le stelle

Si riaccendono le stelle

Sotto il sole, sotto il sole

Di Riccione, di Riccione

Mi pento

E non ci penso più, e non ci penso più

Faccio a schiaffi, faccio a schiaffi

Con le onde, con il vento

Le prendo

Come se fossero te, come se fossero te, come se fossero te

Eh oh

Come se fossero te, come se fossero te, come se fossero te

Eh oh

The ships set sail, the beaches burn

Selfie of girls in bathrooms who love each other

The night is young, young old

Tell me about love that tomorrow I will be in pieces

Meanwhile, I'm looking for the sea, a golden eagle

In a few hours, in a few hours

Under the sun, under the sun

From Riccione, from Riccione

I almost regret it

And I don't think about it anymore, and I don't think about it anymore

I slap, I slap

With the waves, with the wind

I take them

As if they were you, as if they were you, as if they were you

Eh oh

The trains brake, the series begins

Videos of boys lost in a phone

The night is young, dream of me now

Tell me about love that tomorrow I won't be the same

Meanwhile, I'm looking for the sea, a golden eagle

In a few hours, in a few hours

Under the sun, under the sun

From Riccione, from Riccione

I almost regret it

And I don't think about it anymore, and I don't think about it anymore

I slap, I slap

With the waves, with the wind

I take them

As if they were you, as if they were you, as if they were you

Under the sky, under the sky

From Berlin, from Berlin

I eat a half sandwich

And I lose you

I slap, I slap

With asphalt, with concrete

I take them

As if they were you, as if they were you, as if they were you

Eh oh

New feeling, new shoes, new home

New people downtown with the time machine

New restaurants, new friends for the skin

The championship starts and the stars light up again

The stars are rekindled

The stars are rekindled

Under the sun, under the sun

From Riccione, from Riccione

I regret it

And I don't think about it anymore, and I don't think about it anymore

I slap, I slap

With the waves, with the wind

I take them

As if they were you, as if they were you, as if they were you

Eh oh

As if they were you, as if they were you, as if they were you

Eh oh