Due galassie [English translation]

I have fifteen galaxies inside a drawer,

well-folded between my socks and a mirror,

between all the crumpled dreams and insanities

of suitcases, in memories and lies,

of a glass's milk tears

with some complete strangers in a plaza,

of the desire to leave in order to return

and your sunscreen scent

I saw you in a film that I don't know the name of anymore

I lost you inside an ocean of ambition

I read you in an elementary school textbook

'cause I now wouldn't even know how to learn anymore

I would have wanted to have the courage to give up

and disarm myself so I could protect you

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday

I don't want the persistent paranoias

or the days that are always kinda the same

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry

that you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you

I put your heart on a tape recorder

I have sixteen galaxies inside my chest

that I stare at on the ceiling when I'm in bed

that I found again in a concert ticket

and that I misplaced right inside the airport,

the one where you never came to get me anymore

where I thought it would be better to not even believe it

I realized that I don't know what indigo is

and that I thought I love you

without even telling you

without even telling you

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday

I don't want the persistent paranoias

or the days that are always kinda the same

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry

that you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you

I put your heart on a tape recorder

I've got this heart on only one side on purpose

and yours, which is a sounding board when it hugs me

And my pulse is irregular, an indefinite BPM

from the other rhythm and the backbeat that I never heard

It's in this mess that stars are born,

freckles like constellations on the skin

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday

I don't want the persistent paranoias

or the days that are always kinda the same

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry

that you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you

I put your heart on a tape recorder

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry

I don't want them, I don't want roses for my birthday

I don't want the persistent paranoias

or the days that are always kinda the same

I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry

that you speak to me and you tell me that I can't hear you

I put your heart on a tape recorder

• Artist:Francesca Michielin
• Album:2640