DISTANCE
(ŠLorenzo Romagnoli)
If I just could find a place like this
Wherever I'll be tomorrow
I'll take the first train, a freight train
And seize the countryside. I'll lie on my back
On the wet grass, and see the stars above
And the airplanes sparkle, I'll dig into my brain
And think of you, the memory
Of some sunny day, the pubs, the pavements
The air, your hair, your gentle face
Your laugh across my heart, I'll curse myself
For being fool, wasting
Every single penny, every single day
In this fucking dirty town, where memories
They kill me, little by little
And the wind, the northern one
Does not arrive, if it just could reach me
And push me hard, I'll be with you somewhat
The distance, doesn't matter