Un Briciolo Di Allegria

In the middle of the street, I played soccer
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 future if I lose you
I would give my life
Which is not endless
At a fair price
But luckily

That we then 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 dash of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

All the insults you want
Won't help 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 future if I lose you
I would give my life
Which is not endless
At a fair price
But luckily

That we then 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 dash of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa

And it never ages
What lives inside us
And it never fades
Like a polaroid photo
If I don't ask myself who we were
I don't remember who we are
For a dash of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa