Gabry Ponte

Mom tonight I’m not coming back But I'm sure I'll end up in some bed, then I’ll sleep We’re all good guys, alright Spaghetti, wine, Our Father And the Mona Lisa laughs, it’s fine but she’s in Paris The forbidden kisses in the dark streets Sad eyes but happy, so many friends of friends And you sing, I hear you through the shouting The lights pass through the fingers It doesn’t matter if you have never heard it But with this thing it jumps All of Italy, all of Italy, all of Italy All Italy, all of Italy, all of Italy, Let us dance with a glass in our hands Then tomorrow we’ll regret saying I love you Who here hears us All of Italy, all of Italy, all of Italy The football gets kicked The fashion makes rags Starred kitchen of leftovers blessed holy Craxi And so many coins, but the desires are of others With the gold necklaces on the tank tops The blue car with flashing lights Forward people, forward And you sing, I hear you through the shouting The lights pass through the fingers It doesn’t matter if you have never heard it But with this thing it jumps All of Italy, all of Italy, all of Italy All Italy, all of Italy, all of Italy, Let us dance with a glass in our hands Then tomorrow we’ll regret saying I love you Who here hears us All of Italy, all of Italy, all of Italy