Motorino

It’s a sign
Pure white thing, believe you me…
Sacrifice all your problems for a motorbike
Fafafafa-faca bella
Eh, I’m not gonn-a stay
I’m just gonn-a go
Oh, can’t you see?
I’m in love
Donna mio! Sacrosanct!
I’ll nostro mondo interno e simplice
Monte Baldo e un sasolin
O! Face bella!
The pain of feeling too much and knowing too little
The Autobahn on a motorino
The Fear of being attacked, then punching too soon
The canoe that cruised the moon
The unmovable moon
Far above the Ravens
In silent shifting blue
In my flying canoe
It’s a sign
Why fry the sane sound of nothing too fast?
It’s just a simple drone
It’s just an oooooooooooooooo
It’s just that sound of the ground that seems to fall around us
Move our feet and gently pound us
I’ve been blessed with the perfect choice
It’s inside