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mi viene una certa nostalgia

e del resto sono sempre

quello stupido romantico

che ancora confonde

il presente col passato

Ma il tempo e' spesso un fatto

che si apprezza sempre dopo

e le vecchie facce son qualcosa

che cambia tra le righe

e io che le rivedo

e ci ripenso

io vorrei ancora,

ancora,

ancora,

ridere cosi' e far l’amore

e bere vino

passar la notte ad aspettare

di avere qualcosa da raccontare

e vedere in un motel o in una strada

un’incomparabile avventura

Ricordi quella frittata

si partiva per New York

e noi artisti sconosciuti

ci trattavamo da signori

e alle cinque di mattina

lei vestita da romana

io vorrei ancora,

ancora,

ancora,

io vorrei ancora,

ancora,

ancora.

You know when I write to you

I get a certain nostalgia

and besides, they always are

that stupid romantic

which still confuses

the present with the past

But time is often a fact

which is always appreciated later

and old faces are something

that changes between the lines

and I seeing them again

and I think about it

I would still like

still,

still,

laugh like this and make love

and drink wine

spend the night waiting

to have something to tell

and see in a motel or on a street

an incomparable adventure

Remember that omelette

we were leaving for New York

and we unknown artists

we treated each other like gentlemen

and at five in the morning

she dressed as a Roman

I would still like

still,

still,

I would still like

still,

still.