Eh-eh, eh-eh-eh
Eh-eh, eh-eh-eh

Thugs with their Porsche are cruising the seafront
I'm like in a K-Hole, it seems like an eternity
The mounted police are bottling up the streets
Tourists at Mr. Brown drinking the city
The curves of the Gianicolo, the view takes your breath away
And I feel ridiculous when I randomly write to you
That I've drunk too much and I'm patching up the patches
Erase this night

The sky that thunders, the curves of Rome
You in the car playing "My-my-my-my Sharona"
You were a touch of class, you were a Rabona
The most beautiful thing invented so far
Red suits you, your new life
I was looking for trouble and you fell on me
We in the middle of the Olympic doing the wave again and again

I'm looking for a happy ending
Again
Again

We between fairy tales and favelas, never let go of the grip
We would win the Strega Prize if we wrote about us
And I'll throw myself on alcohol and I know I'll get the worst
Like an old boxer against a young himself
You weren't all wrong, it's a Bukowski night
Maybe I'll go on a safari among the keyboard lions
Around only the Italpol and tomorrow I have a call
To which I will not answer about me (about me, about me)

The sky that thunders, the curves of Rome
You in the car playing "My-my-my-my Sharona"
You were a touch of class, like a Rabona
The most beautiful thing invented so far
Red suits you, your new life
I was looking for trouble and you fell on me
We in the middle of the Olympic doing the wave again and again

I'm looking for a happy ending
Again
Again

I'm looking for a happy ending
Again
Again

And you ripped me off like I was a band-aid
That hid all the cuts you have
Only I knew what was underneath
There was a sea of trouble

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