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Description
Love is like a failed experiment – you do everything right, but it still blows up. There's a smell of unspoken words and old coffee in the air, and the habit of not saying "I love you" is on my lips. Every gesture is like under a microscope: a step forward, a step back, a step into the abyss. And while the two argue with the silence, the nite quietly burns out, like the last cigaret after a fight. This is the story of those who are equally stubborn and equally vulnerable. Who falls from the last floor of feelings but pretends they just slipped. And yet, there's something strangely comforting about this sadness. Perhaps that's what true closeness looks like: a little painful, a little silly, but honest. Production by ANEMOS FILM Director: Amedeo Zancanella Executive Producer: Antonio Giampaolo Director of Photography: Francesco Bartoli Avveduti Art Director: Luca Pipitone Set Designer: Benedetta Lucca Set Design Assistant: Noemi Brolatti Colorist: Amedeo Zancanella Sara Toscano Stylist: Gaia Dall'Orto Mida Stylist: Tommaso Rosati Mida Stylist Assistant: Filippo Cancelliere Hair Stylist: Danilo Spacca Sara Toscano Studio Assistant: Sofia Mida Studio Assistant: Martina Production Manager: Niccolò Tronconi Production Manager: Luca Piccolella Assistant Director: Francesca Marra Assistant Producer: Anita Fronza Photographer: Carlo Zamboni Camera Assistant: Anna Caruso Gaffer: Simone Ciocca Electrician: Gilberto Federici
Lyrics and translation
Original
Io vorrei dirti qualcosa di importante.
Ma lo farei se solo l'ego mi bastasse, non mi uscisse dalle tasche.
A me viene voglia di futuro e di scriverlo su un muro. Oh, ma quante volte ho detto voglio solo te o nessuno?
Ma quante volte a te che sei semplicemente come me, come me, una che cade dall'ultimo piano.
Come te, come te, uno che non vuole dire ti amo.
E forse anche l'ultima che sarà, che sarà, che sarà.
È solo una stupida all'incronica notte che muore.
Forse è meglio se io vado via.
Forse amar sia una sana follia.
A te che quando sto dormendo esci in punta di piedi.
A te che sai che la mattina è meglio se non chiedi.
Però ho lasciato tutto come l'hai lasciato tu.
Si è spenta pure la TV.
Oh, ma quante volte hai detto che solo l'amore non basta?
So che fa male, ma dimmelo in faccia.
Quante volte a te che sei come me, come me, una che cade dall'ultimo piano.
Come te, come te, uno che non vuole dire ti amo.
E forse anche l'ultima che sarà, che sarà, che sarà.
È solo una stupida all'incronica notte che muore.
Cambierò solo me senza neanche far l'opposta.
Brucio ogni ricordo e poi mi prenderò la colpa. Ma dico starò bene perché niente va più bene senza te.
Come me, -come me. -Una che cade dall'ultimo piano.
Come te, come te.
Uno che non vuole dire ti amo.
E forse anche l'ultima che sarà, che sarà, che sarà.
È solo una stupida all'incronica notte che muore.
Forse è meglio se io vado via.
Forse amar sia una sana follia.
English translation
I would like to tell you something important.
But I would do it if only my ego was enough for me, it didn't come out of my pockets.
It makes me want the future and to write it on a wall. Oh, but how many times have I said I only want you or no one?
But how many times to you who are simply like me, like me, someone who falls from the top floor.
Like you, like you, someone who doesn't want to say I love you.
And maybe even the last one that will be, that will be, that will be.
It's just a stupid girl who dies overnight.
Maybe it's better if I go away.
Maybe loving is healthy madness.
To you who come out on tiptoe when I'm sleeping.
To you who know that in the morning it's better if you don't ask.
But I left everything as you left it.
The TV also turned off.
Oh, but how many times have you said that love alone isn't enough?
I know it hurts, but say it to my face.
How many times to you who are like me, like me, someone who falls from the top floor.
Like you, like you, someone who doesn't want to say I love you.
And maybe even the last one that will be, that will be, that will be.
It's just a stupid girl who dies overnight.
I will only change myself without even doing the opposite.
I'll burn every memory and then I'll take the blame. But I say I'll be fine because nothing is fine without you anymore.
Like me, -like me. -One that falls from the top floor.
Like you, like you.
Someone who doesn't want to say I love you.
And maybe even the last one that will be, that will be, that will be.
It's just a stupid girl who dies overnight.
Maybe it's better if I go away.
Maybe loving is healthy madness.