More songs by Olly
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Description
It's funny how quickly everything became "adult." Papers, diplomas, schedules – when do you actually live? It's as if someone handed out a script called "Responsibility" and forgot to mention it wasn't a rehearsal. Everyone around is whispering that it's right, that "this is how it should be," and it seems like you're no longer twenty, but the thought of running away still tickles you. I wish I could go to Bolivia, without Wi-Fi and schedules. There's a feeling of nostalgia in this song for your true self, unburdened, not on autopilot, not running after stability. Laughter through fatigue, a dream hidden beneath a layer of irony. And it seems like no one is stopping you from just starting to live, but still, for some reason, you wait for the right Monday. Director: Giulio Rosati Executive Producer: Matteo Stefani Cinematographer: Enrico Valoti Line Producer: Andrea Vetralla Producer: Irene Simoncini Production Coordinator: Gaia Cortegiano Assistant Producers: Valentina Bertoluzzi, Mirko Parrini, Erika Ungari, Valeria Virgili 1st AC: Fabio Cazzato 2nd AC: Greta Semenzato Master: Filippo Ficozzi Electrician: Andrea Compagnino Creative Director: Tommaso Bordonaro Editor: Jacopo Tich Colourist: Enrico Valoti Stylist: Lorenzo Oddo Assistant Stylist: Paolo Sbaraglia Makeup Artist: Gaia Dellachilla Production Designer: Irene Barcarolo, Giacomo Brogini Assistant Production Designer: Pietro Mazera Administration: Agnese Incurvati, Caterina Brignoli. Casting Agency: SQ Kids Service: Video Design
Lyrics and translation
Original
E pensarci mi fa strano.
Siamo diventati grandi come piante di papaveri, senza tempo per le chiacchiere.
Da benvenuto a vattene in un battito di palpebre.
Siamo cresciuti in fretta come figli e genitori, come moltiplicazioni e i cantieri del Giappone.
Perché ad ogni scelta presa, messa nel bagaglio pesa.
Ironia della sorte, non c'è sempre spazio in stiva. E ora che c'è la laurea, un lavoro, aspetto ancora di vivere.
Sembri già più di là che di qua e non ci sta la tua età.
E a furia di fai così, fai cosà, ce l'hanno fatto credere.
Però ti immagini se, ma te lo immagini se. . .
Ma te lo immagini se, se da domani mattina mi prende la briga che pensa a me, che qua mi parlano tutti, è roba da matti, ma tanto se mi va, mi sa che scappo in Bolivia, lascio tutto e prendo quello che arriva.
Ma se, se da domani davvero vi saluto e vado via.
E pensarci mi fa strano.
Siamo diventati saturi, dando colpa ai discografici, senza tempo per andarcene.
A scrivere per indole, a colorare un carcere.
Siamo cresciuti in gabbia come zebre e alligatori, con le giuste spiegazioni solo dentro alle canzoni.
Perché quando si fa sera e la testa pensa e pesa, l'ironia si nasconde dietro ad ansia e nostalgia.
E ora che c'ho la laurea, un lavoro, aspetto ancora di vivere.
Sembro già più di là che di qua e non ci sta la mia età.
E a furia di fai così, fai cosà, ce l'hanno fatto credere.
Però ti immagini se, ma te lo immagini se. . .
Ma te lo immagini se, se da domani mattina mi prende la briga che pensa a me, che qua mi parlano tutti, è roba da matti, ma tanto se mi va, mi sa che scappo in Bolivia, lascio tutto e prendo quello che arriva.
Ma se, se da domani davvero vi saluto e vado via.
English translation
And thinking about it makes me strange.
We have become as big as poppy plants, with no time for chatter.
From welcome to gone in the blink of an eye.
We grew up quickly as children and parents, as multiplications and the construction sites of Japan.
Because every choice made weighs on the baggage.
Ironically, there isn't always room in the hold. And now that there's a degree, a job, I'm still waiting to live.
You already seem more over there than over here and your age doesn't fit.
And by dint of doing this, doing this, they made us believe it.
But you can imagine if, but you can imagine if. . .
But you can imagine if, starting tomorrow morning, I'm bothered thinking about myself, that everyone here is talking to me, it's crazy stuff, but if I feel like it, I guess I'll run away to Bolivia, leave everything and take what comes.
But if, if from tomorrow I really say goodbye to you and go away.
And thinking about it makes me strange.
We have become saturated, blaming the record companies, with no time to leave.
To write by nature, to color a prison.
We grew up in cages like zebras and alligators, with the right explanations only inside the songs.
Because when evening comes and the head thinks and weighs, irony hides behind anxiety and nostalgia.
And now that I have a degree, a job, I'm still waiting to live.
I already look more over there than over here and my age doesn't fit.
And by dint of doing this, doing this, they made us believe it.
But you can imagine if, but you can imagine if. . .
But you can imagine if, starting tomorrow morning, I'm bothered thinking about myself, that everyone here is talking to me, it's crazy stuff, but if I feel like it, I guess I'll run away to Bolivia, leave everything and take what comes.
But if, if from tomorrow I really say goodbye to you and go away.