Modal music
It's not fashionable music
Since you've been on a diet
Here only light music
Who knows what you think
Now that you're far away
If you still hate
Italian music
Uh uh, oh no

Hands in the hair
When Vasco was leaving
Battiato, what a fear
Who knows what language he speaks
Battisti and Lucio Dalla
They make shitty music
Calcutta and Giorgio Poi
Madonna what sadness
Uh uh, oh

But maybe who knows
If you miss the Parmesan
Up there everything is different
Put a little nostalgia on the pasta
For example, to me
From the next room
The songs seem better
But maybe I'm wrong

Italian music
It's no longer fashionable music
You stole the records
From your uncle in Minnesota
And who knows if he took it
When you left
I was the controller
But you had just got off

But maybe who knows
If you miss the Parmesan
Up there everything is different
There's just a bit of nostalgia in the blue Tesco bag
From the next room
The songs seem better
They seem better to me

And maybe who knows
If seen from afar
Maybe everything is different
Maybe it seems better to you
For example, to me
From the next room
Everything always seems more beautiful
Everything always seems more beautiful
From the next room
Everything is more beautiful

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