Cheyenne [English translation]

And I think back to the weekend

When all the time

You were listening to Stevie Wonder

In the attic by my side

Here from my room

I see the sunset, but

If I call you, then we fight

The Moroccan sky is turned off

What’s the point of a weekend

If you don’t know where I live

You always ask about me

Even today, on a Saturday

I ask myself why we’re talking, but

From a distance we can’t touch each other

The circle is closed, we’re inside it

If there’s too much silence, I can’t hear you

You know, how funny it is

To leave with the rain

Enter a museum

Waiting for it to stop

A bit like in high school

With your hand in the pocket

Feeling like two Cheyenne* with one arrow

I only want to know if

It annoys you and you don’t miss

Smoking the last cigarette here with me

I’d become another continent for you

If we were Cheyenne, but we’re just people

Do you remember the weekend in this pool

We’re no big deal

I was better off on the street

Talking to you until morning, but

We don’t understand each other up close

The circle is closed, we’re inside it

If there’s too much silence, I can’t hear you

You know, how funny it is

To leave with the rain

Enter a museum

Waiting for it to stop

A bit like in high school

With your hand in the pocket

Feeling like two Cheyenne with one arrow

I only want to know if

It annoys you and you don’t miss

Smoking the last cigarette here with me

I’d become another continent for you

If we were Cheyenne, but we’re just people

Just people who make mistakes and then call it love

These cuts on the heart burn

More than jellyfish on skin

I only want to know if

It annoys you and you don’t miss

Smoking the last cigarette here with me

I’d become another continent for you

If we were Cheyenne, but we’re just people

*. one of the indigenous people of North America

• Artist:Francesca Michielin
• Album:FEAT (stato di natura)