Yeah, eh-ehm, uoh

A catch-all tray would be handy for me
A metal cookie box
Something to keep coins, filters or keys in
Let me explain better, a container holding various objects
A catch-all tray would be handy for me
Like a shoe box that's useful again now
I put in it the things I bring from outside the house
But as soon as I enter the house they can't find a proper place
A catch-all tray would be handy for us
Don't move it from there so you can find it later
So you know what you have and what we have
To never forget

In my new catch-all tray I put some old things
I will definitely put my first cigarettes
A photo with my mother coming back from work
At the time we were distant but don't blame yourself, it was normal
I put in a crank, my most beautiful girlfriend
The Malossi, the F-ten and the report card
I put in the gratin, the hit of a night
A ball in the small field, a ticket, my first subscription
I put in butter and bread, Grandma Pina on the bands
The substances too soon and the experience of dropping them
And sorry, yes, we are different, but in the end the juice is the same
In your catch-all tray put your name or initial

A catch-all tray would be handy for me
To leave things there, in a convenient place
To not forget who you are (who you are, who you are)
And know what you want
A catch-all tray would be handy for me
Because if I'm drunk from life, the next day I know who I am
And maybe I leave an intercom
If over time I couldn't climb anymore, then I'll come down to open

I'll put the Mediterranean and the rocks of a cliff
The alleys at night, my friends in the evening
The Italy that resists, that you can't touch
The times I was wrong, the gems I learned
And if it gets too full, I keep something in my pocket
That if it ever falls, whoever passes by picks it up
Or it can return it to the big catch-all
That you can find downtown or you can find in the square

A catch-all tray would be handy for me
To leave things there, in a convenient place
To not forget who you are (who you are)
And know what you want
A catch-all tray would be handy for me
Because, if I'm drunk from life, the next day I know who I am
And maybe I leave an intercom
If over time I couldn't climb anymore, then I'll come down to open

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