More songs by Annalisa
More songs by Marco Mengoni
Description
The cold from the east chills you to the bone, but still, no one is leaving too gracefully, disgustingly gracefully. The air smells of tonic water and resentment mixed with something sweet and poisonous, like caramel with a hint of arsenic. Everything revolves around the same conversation, which it's long overdue to end, but the tongue is still looking for excuses. It seems the nite is about to fall into morning, but the sound of a police siren brings everyone back down to earth. And only the hands don't part awkwardly, stubbornly, as if holding on a little tighter could hold back the moment while Venice still burns in the water's reflection. The evening, which promised to be ordinary, became a small apocalypse with a salty taste on our lips and nervous laughter between phrases: "That's it, enough." Director: Niccolò Bassetti Executive Producer: Matteo Stefani Cinematographer: Alessandro Ressia Producers: Pier Francesco Cari, Matilde Composta Assistant Producer: Fabiola Miccoli Executive and Local Coordination: INTRATENERE SRL – Luciano Massa, Veronica Aggio, Beatrice Agliardi 1st AC: Rodolfo Rozza 2nd AC: Chiara Calio Master: Enrico Bortignon Best Boy: Alessio Xamin Electrician: Francesco Molinari Steadicam Operator: Lorenzo Pezzano Drone Operator: Claudio Zavagno Drone Operator Assistant: Leonardo Ferrara Annalisa's Stylist: Susanna Ausoni in collaboration with Dolce & Gabbana Annalisa's Stylist Assistant: Jessie Hu, Nazlin Bonaccorso Seamstress: Viola Sangiorgio Annalisa's Makeup Artist: Greta Agazzi Annalisa's Hair Stylist: Jacopo Rusconi Marco Mengoni's Stylist: Niccolò Cerioni Marco Mengoni's Stylist Assistant: Noemi Manago Marco Mengoni's Makeup Artist and Hair Stylist: Giulia Ferrari Photographer: Nicholas Fols Photographer's Assistant: Cristiano Temporin Backstage Photographer: Federico Santaiti. Runners: Andrea Magni, Giorgia Bucci, Jamila Cisse, Romdani Zid, Donmo William, Zueid Ali, Parmesan Andrea, Alessandro Annarelli. Safety: SecurFox Editor: Alessia De Mattia Colorist: Alberto Bandini. Visual Effects Supervisor: Giorgio Agello Visual Effects Artist: Gianluca Bentivoglio Administration: Agnese Incurvati, Caterina Brignoli.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Vento da est e freddo veramente
Ma dove finisce quello che non finisce
Mentre restiamo in coda?
Chiedere a te non è servito a niente
Chi vuol capire capisce, sì
Ti ho visto salutare una ragazza bionda
Quante lacrime nell'acqua tonica?
E sembrava di bere il mare
Ma quanto parli? Mollami
Che è solo venerdì
A-A-Amico cercasi
Devi sapere che
Per piacerti di più ti ho mentito
Caramelle mischiate all'arsenico
E scaldarsi al fuoco di un accendino rubato
Oddio, che ansia, però
Piazza San Marco era bella da far schifo
Se penso a tutte le ragazze che hai preso per mano su un molo
Nello stesso identico modo
Ma la notte finisce quando chiamano la polizia
E la tua mano è ancora nella mia
Dieci alle tre, però c'è ancora gente
Ti passa, ma non finisce qui
Chissà dove sarà quella ragazza bionda
Quante lacrime nell'acqua tonica
Fortuna ci piace il sale
Ma quanto parli? Mollami
Che è ancora venerdì
E noi che siamo sempre qui
Devi sapere che
Per piacergli di più gli hai mentito
Caramelle mischiate all'arsenico
E scaldarsi al fuoco di un accendino rubato
Oddio, che ansia, però
Piazza San Marco era bella da far schifo
Se pensi a tutte le ragazze che ha preso per mano su un molo
Nello stesso identico modo
Ma la notte finisce e rimaniamo solamente noi
Soli noi (soli noi)
Soli noi (soli noi)
Soli noi (soli noi)
Soli noi (soli noi)
Soli noi, soli noi, soli noi
Soli noi, soli noi, soli noi
Oddio, che ansia, però
Piazza San Marco era bella da far schifo
Se pensi a tutte le ragazze che ha preso per mano su un molo
Nello stesso identico modo
Ma la notte finisce quando chiamano la polizia
E la tua mano è ancora nella mia
English translation
East wind and really cold
But where does what doesn't end end?
While we stand in line?
Asking you didn't help
Whoever wants to understand understands, yes
I saw you greeting a blonde girl
How many tears in tonic water?
And it felt like drinking the sea
But how much do you talk? Give me up
Which is only Friday
A-A-Friend wanted
You need to know that
To please you more I lied to you
Candy mixed with arsenic
And warm yourself by the fire of a stolen lighter
Oh God, how anxious, though
Piazza San Marco was breathtakingly beautiful
When I think of all the girls you held hands on a pier
In the exact same way
But the night ends when they call the police
And your hand is still in mine
Ten to three, but there are still people
It passes you by, but it doesn't end there
Who knows where that blonde girl will be
So many tears in tonic water
Luckily we like salt
But how much do you talk? Give me up
Which is still Friday
And we are always here
You need to know that
To make him like you more you lied to him
Candy mixed with arsenic
And warm yourself by the fire of a stolen lighter
Oh God, how anxious, though
Piazza San Marco was breathtakingly beautiful
If you think about all the girls he held hands on a pier
In the exact same way
But the night ends and only us remain
Just us (just us)
Just us (just us)
Just us (just us)
Just us (just us)
Just us, just us, just us
Just us, just us, just us
Oh God, how anxious, though
Piazza San Marco was breathtakingly beautiful
If you think about all the girls he held hands on a pier
In the exact same way
But the night ends when they call the police
And your hand is still in mine