Un Briciolo Di Allegria

In the middle of the street, I played ball
On the dirt road that raised me
Where the sky is burgundy immersed in green
Where God created expanses of nothing

If it's not sincere
If love is true, you die inside
A pure feeling
No, it has no future if I lose you
I would give my life, which is not infinite
At a fair price
But luckily

Then we found ourselves under a moonlight
Maybe a little wrinkled from a lived story
And shortly after, we were lying on a rock
With hair in hand like a pencil

I would write a poem
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
For a bit of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
All the insults you want

Won't matter if you can talk to me
And it's hard to distinguish
Love from madness
If it's not sincere
If love is true, you die inside

A pure feeling
No, it has no future if I lose you
I would give my life, which is not infinite
At a fair price
But luckily

Then we found ourselves under a moonlight
Maybe a little wrinkled from a lived story
And shortly after, we were lying on a rock
With hair in hand like a pencil
I would write a poem
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
For a bit of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

And what lives inside us never ages
And never fades like a Polaroid photo
If I don't ask myself who we were, I don't remember who we are
For a bit of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa