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Description
Love here is not about tenderness - it's like a bullet stuck in your head, it doesn't kill you, but it prevents you from living. Everything spins in this windowless midnight bunker, where half the moon shines and a soundtrack of unfulfilled messages plays. Outside, there's glamour and fake crosses; inside, there's smoke, anxiety, and attempts to pretend that everything is okay.
Every line sounds like a setback after a quarrel: it seems like you've already decided to let go, but then a story pops up and your mood goes down the drain. There is pain, bravado, and that longing when you want to be strong, but you still turn on your phone to check if they wrote. Half of love is an illusion, but it burns stronger than the real thing.
Artistic direction: MufflerStudio (Giuseppe De Stefano and Joele Ranallo)
Director and editor: Daniel Barrault
Cinematographer and color: Mattia Saggiomo
Studio: Virginia Scarpa, Marta Carrara
Producer: Georgia Bucci
Lead actress: Rossella Cammarano
Additional cast: Giulio Collard, Angelica Ronchi
Photographer: Matteo Bellomi
BTS photos: Luigi Giordano
MGMT: Sara Esposito, Valentino Bonomi / 8NeroManagement
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ma se ti passo in testa, sai che tutta la notte è un bunker senza finestra.
E la luna fa luce ma giuro è soltanto mezza.
Eravamo real coi vestiti fake, baby fuck l'apparenza.
Sei il mio bossolo in testa. Ma sono le tue storie a rovinarmi il mood.
Mi fai ripensare che ho perso il mio love.
E non voglio rimanere amici più. Odio chi si ama perché io e te no.
Non voglio più incontrarti, anzi spero che cambi city. Sto scappando dall'ansia in taxi.
Voglio scordarmi dove vivi. Mi hanno fatto male ma non è la fine.
E anche se puttane sono solo filler. Scambiavo due grammi per due lire.
Ora salto i pasti per le tipe. Roba da matti, l'amore è killer.
Lascia andare tutto senza un dubbio. Ora che manchi tu è come un anno senza luglio.
Però si è fatto buio senza un tuo messaggio e non mi sembra giusto.
Ma se ti passo in testa, sai che tutta la notte è un bunker senza finestra.
E la luna fa luce ma giuro è soltanto mezza.
Eravamo real coi vestiti fake, baby fuck l'apparenza.
-Sei il mio bossolo in testa.
-Mi lasci mezzo sospiro, vorrei darti il mio sprint. Sai che non mi sciolgono le belle parole.
Portati il sole nostro nella notte. Pensami forte se il cuore non ha voce, no. E mi togli tutto, che fai?
Ed ora sono sola, persa nei guai. Adesso tocco il fondo, ah, mi riconosco.
Forse non eri pronto, lo riconosco. Io ti chiamo.
-Non rispondi. -Se ti amo.
-Non corrispondi. -Senza fiato.
-Come i tuoi film. -Me ne vado ma tu mi vuoi qui.
La mezza luna che guardo è la stessa che vedi tu.
Sono fuori di testa perché dentro ci sei tu. Finché non basta non si smette.
Ma se ti passo in testa, sai che tutta la notte è un bunker senza finestra.
E la luna fa luce ma giuro è soltanto mezza.
Eravamo real coi vestiti fake, baby fuck l'apparenza.
Sei il mio bossolo in testa.
English translation
But if I go through your head, you know that all night is a bunker without a window.
And the moon shines but I swear it's only half.
We were real with fake clothes, baby fuck the appearance.
You're my bullet in the head. But it's your stories that ruin my mood.
You make me think again that I lost my love.
And I don't want to remain friends anymore. I hate those who love each other because you and I don't.
I don't want to meet you anymore, in fact I hope you change city. I'm running away from anxiety in a taxi.
I want to forget where you live. They hurt me but it's not the end.
And even if whores are just fillers. I exchanged two grams for two lire.
Now I skip meals for the girls. Crazy stuff, love is killer.
Let it all go without a doubt. Now that you're missing it's like a year without July.
But it got dark without a message from you and it doesn't seem right.
But if I go through your head, you know that all night is a bunker without a window.
And the moon shines but I swear it's only half.
We were real with fake clothes, baby fuck the appearance.
-You're my bullet in the head.
-You leave me half a sigh, I would like to give you my sprint. You know that nice words don't melt me.
Bring our sun into the night. Think of me loudly if the heart has no voice, no. And you take everything away from me, what are you doing?
And now I'm alone, lost in trouble. Now I hit rock bottom, ah, I recognize myself.
Maybe you weren't ready, I recognize that. I'll call you.
-You don't answer. -If I love you.
-You don't match. -Breathless.
-Like your movies. -I'm leaving but you want me here.
The half moon I look at is the same one you see.
I'm out of my mind because you're inside. We don't stop until it's enough.
But if I go through your head, you know that all night is a bunker without a window.
And the moon shines but I swear it's only half.
We were real with fake clothes, baby fuck the appearance.
You're my bullet in the head.