(Musica: Edwood; Testi: Fabio Campetti) 


the lighting disappears

in a night of beauty and beer

I wanna be a star

I wanna go so far

on Sunday

today is Sunday

like insects fly, occupy the air

like self-esteem, like a win of match

and fingertips knock my door in the afternoon

I wait for the night, for the mellow lips of a song

for the charming beauty of the winter time,

of the breeze, of a cold light

please close your eyes and wipe your tears,

it's Sunday