Description
Balancing between reason and emotion is almost like walking a tightrope in the June heat, where the wind smells of the sea and the fear of being ridiculous. Her shoulders are trembling, but not from the cold: it's just that what's usually hidden behind a smile is sounding too loud. There's something about this melody that reminds me of an evening when you don't want to leave, and everyone keeps saying "just one more and then home," even though they know they don't want to go home. His voice trembles as if it fears itself, but in that tremor is the pure joy of living even a moment longer than the calendar dictates. Summer doesn't have to end exactly on schedule, does it? Sometimes it just lingers in a person as a subtle tremor on their lips when they sing, and a foolish happiness that you hide so no one understands how good you feel.
Lyrics and translation
Original
In bilico tra santi e falsi dei, sorretto da un'insensata voglia di equilibrio e resto qui sul filo di un rasoio ad asciugar parole che oggi o stesso mai dirò.
Non senti che tremo mentre canto?
Nascondo questa stupida allegria quando mi guardi.
Non senti che tremo mentre canto?
È il segno di un'estate che vorrei potesse non finire mai.
In bilico tra tutti i miei vorrei, non sento più quell'insensata voglia di equilibrio che mi lascia qui sul filo di un rasoio a disegnar capriole che a mezz'aria mai farò.
Non senti che tremo mentre canto?
Nascondo questa stupida allegria quando mi guardi.
Non senti che tremo mentre canto?
È il segno di un'estate che vorrei potesse non finire mai.
In bilico tra santi che non pagano.
E tanto il tempo passa e passerai, come sai tu.
In bilico.
E intanto il tempo passa e tu non passi mai.
Nascondo questa stupida allegria quando mi guardi.
Non senti che tremo mentre canto?
È il segno di un'estate che vorrei potesse non finire, vorrei potesse non finire, vorrei potesse non finire mai.
Finire mai. Finire mai.
English translation
Poised between saints and false gods, supported by a senseless desire for balance and I remain here on a razor's edge drying words that today or the same day I will never say.
Can't you hear me shaking while I sing?
I hide this stupid happiness when you look at me.
Can't you hear me shaking while I sing?
It's the sign of a summer that I wish could never end.
Poised between all my desires, I no longer feel that senseless desire for balance that leaves me here on a razor's edge, performing somersaults that I will never do in mid-air.
Can't you hear me shaking while I sing?
I hide this stupid happiness when you look at me.
Can't you hear me shaking while I sing?
It's the sign of a summer that I wish could never end.
Poised between saints who don't pay.
And time passes and you will pass, as you know.
In the balance.
And meanwhile time passes and you never pass.
I hide this stupid happiness when you look at me.
Can't you hear me shaking while I sing?
It is the sign of a summer that I wish could never end, I wish it could never end, I wish it could never end.
Never finish. Never finish.