I wanted to talk to you
I don't even know what to tell you
About doors made with t-shirts
Or about Sergio who won't get married

I wanted to play with you
To see who can spit the furthest
Break the windows of the factories
Get scolded by someone
Ah, what a bore to be grown-ups
Going to birthdays
Talking about money and other people's children
Ah, it's late and I have to go

And I miss waiting for the summer
Buying the colored candies
And I miss the road on a bike for two
I miss myself, I miss you
And I miss a beautiful song
Paying for something with stickers
And I miss the pen between my teeth
I miss myself, I miss you
I miss you, and you miss yourself

I wanted to talk to you
Do you remember your first ball
It ended up under the cars
But with the wind, it knew how to fly
You know how much I want to play
Even to cry and blow my nose
Then sink into the tallest grass
Come home dirty from the lawn

Ah, and instead we are already grown-ups
With the duty to give answers
And sign and not throw stones
Ah, I still love you

And I miss waiting for the summer
Buying the colored candies
And I miss the road on a bike for two
I miss myself, I miss you
And I miss a beautiful song
Paying for something with stickers
And I miss the pen between my teeth
I miss myself, I miss you
I miss you, and you miss yourself

I wanted to talk to you
I don't even know what to tell you

And I miss waiting for the summer
Buying the colored candies
And I miss the road on a bike for two
I miss myself, I miss you
And I miss a beautiful song
Stealing five hundred lire from my mother
And I miss the pen between my teeth
I miss myself, I miss you
I miss you, and you miss yourself
I don't remember anymore

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