Lost in the weekend [English translation]

In the streets of the English counties,

what do they think when Manchester City wins or when the sun comes out?

After entire weeks in Chinese apartments,

it is true that they don’t have google, nor questions if they had any,

because they are always in line.

Let’s go and live on Mars, or Rimini upon the sea,

to see the girls get hurt.

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend.

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend.

In the streets I hear the people

deep in thought in line in the Metro.

On the weekends there are those who will have the desire to dance,

and those who will not enter the premises because they dress too badly.

Small-boned and too many dogs,

let’s go and take a tour around the square.

A madman says from atop the stairs:

“Regretting the totocalcio (Italian football betting pool) is an exeptional game.”

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend.

Lost in the weekend, in the weekend.

And then there we are, me and you,

with our truest fears,

and our nights which speak foreign tongues,

the world is an alchemy of nameless bodies and nameless lights,

and then fear becomes love.

And our heart in the darkness wants to explode

wants to explode, wa-wants to explode.

And our heart in the darkness wants to explode

wa-wants to explode, wants to explode.

Lost in the weekend.

Lost in the weekend.

Lost in the weekend.

Lost in the weekend.

• Artist:Cesare Cremonini
• Album:Più Che Logico - Live (2015)