Menomale che c'è il mare

Between wanting and tolerating,
There's a big difference.
An idea and a person
Can look alike.
But thank God there's the sea,
That carries every thought
To mix with the sky
And never come back again.
When you're daydreaming,
You don't close the blinds.
Some threads in the conversation
Can get tangled up.
But thank God there's the sea,
That carries every thought
To mix with the sky
And never come back again, uh.
If you're looking for a beautiful place,
Just come sit here with me.
Listen, the fishermen are whistling.

They do.
And you sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright
In an instant.
And you sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright.
You sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright.
You sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright
In an instant.
Ehm, oh, yeah.
Those who love you know
Your weak spots,
But they don't touch them.

They give you a voice when you can't find it.
Those who help you when you're sinking,
Balance you while they stay afloat.
And they keep you up, uh.
Without feeling similar
And typical types of humor.
But atypical and laughing it off,
They take our problems down there
And never come back again, uh.
I know a beautiful spot,
Just come sit here with me.
I hear the fishermen whistling.

They do.
And you sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright
In an instant.
(Ico eh)
And you sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright.
You sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright.
You sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright
In an instant.
And you sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright.
You sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright.
You sing,
La-la-la-la-la.
And everything will be alright
In an instant.