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Description
Creative Direction by One Take Vision
Artistic director Matteo (Balio) Balioni.
Graphics and animation by Lorenzo (Vacchi) Vacchi and Federico Croff.
Management: Enzo Ciummariello, Cristiano Magaletti, Gaetano Palumbo
Lyrics and translation
Original
Miettete in posa, 'stu viento te tocca, te faccio na foto
Dimme caccosa che sape 'e futuro, 'o passato se scorda
Però mo ce staje tu e allora statte n' a' poco
È 'sta vita che corre, tu c'hê capito caccosa?
Stasera addò vaje?
Nun mo dicere, nun me ne 'mporta, nun è 'o vero
Nun me 'o chiedere a mme
Si l'ammore è 'o cuntrario d"a morte, forse è 'o vero
Ce mettimmo dinto 'e guaje pecché ce fanno sentì criature
Nuje ce mettimmo offline pe nun risponnere a nisciuno
Duje ca nun hanno maje pazziato, nuje nun simmo comme ll'ate
E ancora l'aggio 'a fà na canzone pe te arricurdà
Nun ce sta nemmeno na fotografia
Nun ce sta cchiù niente e tu sî ancora 'a mia 'e notte
E ancora nun 'e trovo 'e parole pe te fà parlà
Però tengo 'a forza d'alluccà
Dimmello n'ata vota 'sta bucia
Pe'tté so' sulo na fotografia (yeah)
E sî venuta sfucata, peccato
Pecché stive bbona vestuta stasera
Je te tuccavo mentre tu durmive
E quanno te scetave doppo scumparive
Comme fa friddo, pecché nun me astrigne?
Pecché nun scennimmo e turnammo dimane?
Tu, si alluccave, scetave 'a città
E si ridive 'a facive calmà
Tengo nu sacco 'e cose a te dicere
No "Comme staje?" e 'sti ccose ridicole
Ma te chiedesse si sî felice
Quanno ce staje tu 'o munno se fa invisibile
Però tu staje cu'mmé
Falle tu ô posto mio
Viene ccà, cchiù vicino
Chillu llà è 'o posto mio
E ancora l'aggio 'a fà na canzone pe te arricurdà
Nun ce sta nemmeno na fotografia
Nun ce sta cchiù niente e tu sî ancora 'a mia 'e notte
E ancora nun 'e trovo 'e parole pe te fà parlà
Però tengo 'a forza d'alluccà
Dimmello n'ata vota 'sta bucia
Pe tte so' sulo na fotografia
Che me ne faccio 'e na fotografia
Si quanno 'a straccio lieve addo stongo je?
Pecché nun è maje maletiempo cu'tté, cu'tté, cu'tté
Però 'o sole ce steva
Ero je ca nun 'o vedevo
E ancora l'aggio 'a fà na canzone pe te arricurdà
Nun ce sta nemmeno na fotografia
Nun ce sta cchiù niente e tu sî ancora 'a mia 'e notte
E ancora nun 'e trovo 'e parole pe te fà parlà
Però tengo 'a forza d'alluccà
Dimmello n'ata vota 'sta bucia
Pe tte so' sulo na fotografia
English translation
Strike a pose, this time it's your turn, I'll take a photo of you
Tell me who knows what the future is, or the past if I forget
But you're here now, so don't stay long
It's this life that runs, do you understand?
Are you going tonight?
Don't say it, I don't care, it's not true
Don't ask me
If love is the cunt of death, perhaps it is true
We stood around and wondered why they made us feel like creatures
Now we went offline so we couldn't respond to anyone
No one has ever done anything crazy, no one has ever said anything
And again I'll make a song for you
There isn't even a photograph
There's nothing left and you're still at my night
And I still can't find the words for you to speak
But I'm holding on by my toe
Tell me don't vote for this shit
Pe'tté I know about photography (yeah)
And yes it came out blurry, too bad
Because you're well dressed tonight
I touched you while you slept
And when you left afterward you disappeared
How cold is it, because I don't have any astral lights?
Why didn't we go down and go back tomorrow?
You, alluccave, chose the city
And we go back to easy calm
I have a lot of things to say to you
No "How are you?" This is ridiculous
But if he asked you yes, he would be happy
When you stay there or at least it's invisible
But you're here
Do them yourself, my place
It comes here, closer
Chill there is my place
And again I'll make a song for you
There isn't even a photograph
There's nothing left and you're still at my night
And I still can't find the words for you to speak
But I'm holding on by my toe
Tell me don't vote for this shit
For all I know about photography
What do I do with a photograph
Yes, when I wear a light rag I'm tired?
Because it's not maje maletiempo cu'tté, cu'tté, cu'tté
But the sun was there
I couldn't see it
And again I'll make a song for you
There isn't even a photograph
There's nothing left and you're still at my night
And I still can't find the words for you to speak
But I'm holding on by my toe
Tell me don't vote for this shit
For all I know about photography