Bell'addio

Uha! Everything's ready!
Everything's ready.
Everything's ready, everything's in its place.
You walk in and ask: "What day is it?"
I say: "It's August tenth" and what time is it? "Six o'clock."
We're on velvet, on trays.
We're in a funny clock shop.
The heat tightens, it becomes a noose.
There's an angled light that shaves us down.
If this is a goodbye like I say it is,
Look, loving each other is nothing if then what is it?
What is it to part, to give in to waste?
Everything's ready, in its place.
You cry bitterly at your own reflection
While I lose myself a little bit.
Without a head and without a wagging tail,
While I stew in my own broth.
At eight o'clock sharp, you take off and leave.
You leave us your heart but you go away.
But the heart isn't a scarf, and you'll be back.
Nanananananani u u u tararà.
Everyone back to their places, it's a redo.
We're at the triumph, this is an encore.
The summer evening is fresh, hooray in the audience.
Don't play low, it's an odyssey.
Towards a grand farewell and a beautiful goodbye.
Made four numbers of hysteria.
Hit your head against the wall if you want.
The plain is long, the corridor.
The nervous cavalry rushes.
Unleash your hot fan club.
The sleepless apotheosis of goodbye.
Beautiful wide-eyed, my flower.
I’ve held your heart, I have it.
Wounded and bleeding, the dawn lingers.
Beautiful wide-eyed from waste.
In the grand farewell of the most beautiful goodbye.
Tanana…
I’ve held your heart, I have it.
Tanana…
In the grand farewell of the most beautiful goodbye.
Eh uh uh uuuuuuu.