More songs by CLARA
Description
When love turns into a fight, even touches start to suffocate. Her voice trembles between a plea and a challenge, and under the makeup, it's not a mask, but armour. She breaks free from other people's grasp like a bird that has finally remembered it has wings. In every line, a raw nerve, in every sound, an attempt to breathe deeply, without apology. From the outside, it sounds like a dance on the edge of passion, anger, and exhaustion from playing the rescuer and the victim. But take a step aside, and the air becomes your own again. Director and choreographer Gabriele. Co-directors: PierSilvio Bisogno, Direction: LOOK MI, Andrea De Simone, Francesco Recalcati, Sebastiano Vecchio, Pietro Paloschi, Social Media Artist: Francesco Marchese, "Uragani" Logo Design: Alla Koldunova, Production: Blink Fish, Executive Producer: Antonio Guarrella, Producer: Margherita Cimenti, Production Manager: Pietro Foti, Production Coordinator: Lorenzo Terruzzi, PAs: William Tölke, Michele Calzi, Social Media: Alessandra Grimaldi, Behind-the-Scenes Photos: Elisa Cappellini, Clara's Hairdresser: Davide Marrone, Hairdresser Assistant: Desirè Parisi, Clara's Makeup: Selena Tessera Guffanti, Dancer-Hairdresser: Danilo Ferrigno, Dancers: Martina Ginisi, Makeup Assistant: Marta Carrara, Stylist: Francesco Vavallo, 1st Stylist Assistant: Lorenzo Borgia, Stylist Assistant: Bianca Magni, Stylist Assistant: Federica Moroni, Individual Look: Salvatore Criscitiello and Emanuele Ludwig Schluderbacher. Production Designer: Stefano Sclabas Assistant Production Designer: Olivia Cimenti Prop Master: Brian Bonilla Carrillo 1st AD: Alberto Poli 2nd AD: Andrea Rosica Director of Photography: Ciro Di Niccolò Steadycam Operator: Andrea Gabella Focus Puller: Nicola Inderle 2nd AC: Emma Mariano Video Assist: Giulio Rossi Master: Guglielmo Riviera Electrician: Jacopo Pozzi, Michael Charamikoli Key Grip: Leonardo Caffa. Grip: Richard Nick Alvaran Grip: Stefano Brunati Editor: Nicole Moncino Colourist: Davide Lo Vetro Special Effects by Music Mania Simone Giannico, Emanuele Agostoni
Lyrics and translation
Original
(Mani, mani dentro le mie mani, mani)
(Quelle volte che tu urlavi, mi lanciavi addosso gli uragani)
Lasciami scegliere come fare e disfare un errore
Voglio spezzare la voce a un live
Lasciami fare l'amore anche se è solo attrazione
Pensi non provo dolore?
Non darmi della falsa
Se metto il trucco sulla faccia
"Bastarda" scritto sulla maglia
Che vuole cambiare vita
Che ha bisogno d'aria
E impazzirai
Non sono come tu mi vuoi
Pretendi ancora gli occhi miei
Perché tu non riesci a stare senza
Ma togli le tue mani, mani dentro le mie mani, mani
Che non respiro, perché
Si aprono due ali, ali, ali quando ti allontani
E non vuoi capirlo, perché
Mi chiedi la luna, poi le stelle
Ma risvegli l'inferno che è in me
Se lasci le tue mani, mani dentro le mie mani, mani
Quelle volte che tu urlavi, mi lanciavi addosso gli uragani
Mi annoio quando parli troppo, tanto non ti ascolto
Almeno tu nell'universo non mi stare addosso
Per amore non si muore, passo dopo passo
Perderò ancora la voce ad un live
E lo sai bene che viaggerò in contromano
Tu di me dici che
Che sono una bastarda
Che mette il trucco sulla faccia
E scappa
Ma togli le tue mani, mani dentro le mie mani, mani
Che non respiro, perché
Si aprono due ali, ali, ali quando ti allontani
E non vuoi capirlo, perché
Mi chiedi la luna, poi le stelle
Ma risvegli l'inferno che è in me
Se lasci le tue mani, mani dentro le mie mani, mani
Quelle volte che tu urlavi, mi lanciavi addosso gli uragani
E impazzirai
Non sono come tu mi vuoi
Pretendi ancora gli occhi miei
Perché tu non riesci a stare senza
Ma togli le tue mani, mani dentro le mie mani, mani
Che non respiro, perché
Si aprono due ali, ali, ali quando ti allontani
E non vuoi capirlo, perché
Mi chiedi la luna, poi le stelle
Ma risvegli l'inferno che è in me
Se lasci le tue mani, mani dentro le mie mani, mani
Quelle volte che tu urlavi, mi lanciavi addosso gli uragani
English translation
(Hands, hands inside my hands, hands)
(Those times that you screamed, you threw hurricanes at me)
Let me choose how to make and undo a mistake
I want to break the voice at a live show
Let me make love even if it's just attraction
You think I don't feel pain?
Don't call me fake
If I put makeup on my face
"Bastarta" written on the shirt
Who wants to change his life
Which needs air
And you will go crazy
I'm not like you want me
You still claim my eyes
Because you can't live without it
But take your hands away, hands inside my hands, hands
That I can't breathe, why
It opens two wings, wings, wings when you move away
And you don't want to understand it, why
You ask me for the moon, then the stars
But awaken the hell that is in me
If you leave your hands, hands inside my hands, hands
Those times you screamed, you threw hurricanes at me
I get bored when you talk too much, I don't listen to you anyway
At least you in the universe don't get on me
You don't die for love, step by step
I will still lose my voice at a live show
And you know well that I will travel against traffic
You say that about me
That I'm a bastard
Who puts makeup on his face
And run away
But take your hands away, hands inside my hands, hands
That I can't breathe, why
It opens two wings, wings, wings when you move away
And you don't want to understand it, why
You ask me for the moon, then the stars
But awaken the hell that is in me
If you leave your hands, hands inside my hands, hands
Those times you screamed, you threw hurricanes at me
And you will go crazy
I'm not like you want me
You still claim my eyes
Because you can't live without it
But take your hands away, hands inside my hands, hands
That I can't breathe, why
It opens two wings, wings, wings when you move away
And you don't want to understand it, why
You ask me for the moon, then the stars
But awaken the hell that is in me
If you leave your hands, hands inside my hands, hands
Those times you screamed, you threw hurricanes at me