Текст песни Italy - Milles Day

Attenzione! Whatcha
Two-stroke smoke and a symphony of horns
A thousand years of faith and modern scorn
And in the middle of the frantic scene
An old woman dressed in black, a silent queen
She watches pigeons like they hold the news
Got nothing left to win, and nothing left to lose

Oh, Italy, you're a beautiful fight
You're a masterpiece of noise and light
And everyone is shouting to be heard
But the truth is in the moments, not the words

Permesso, permesso! (Excuse me!)

The market vendors selling fruit and lies
Reflected in a passing tourist's eyes
And over there, beneath the cypress tree
Two lovers steal a kiss, they think no one can see
They build a fortress with a single glance
A silent protest to this crazy dance

Oh, Italy, you're a beautiful fight
You're a masterpiece of noise and light
And everyone is shouting to be heard
But the truth is in the moments, not the words

I'm trying to make sense of all the sound
As another perfect chaos spins around
A woman on the phone, she sighs and then she says
"Allora... la vita è questa." (So... this is life.)

Oh, Italy, you're a beautiful fight!
A masterpiece of noise and light!
And everyone is shouting to be heard!
But the truth is in the moments, not the words!