Fine Dell'estate

The end of summer and the chats in the bar and the glances inside the bar
The scent of her hair, mom, it stings in my stomach, I can't move well

My melancholy is all your fault
My melancholy is all your fault

It's only your fault, it's all your fault and some 80s movie
Little by little this September I want to go back to adore you there while you were biting the croissant
Your red Atala bike that you rode only barefoot with your fingers full of sand

My melancholy is all your fault
My melancholy is all your fault

It's only your fault, it's all your fault and some 80s movie