Sposerò un albero [English translation]

I untie my shoes and I begin to run

The strings of my bass guitar are dreadlocks of that singer from middle school

who I liked a lot

On the package insert

it's explicitly written

to tell everyone to fuck off every so often

With my train money,

I won't go meet you anymore

I regret nothing

I'll pay for a French course, uuh

I'll marry a tree

We'll make flower children

There exists no right or wrong

with the roots in the heart

I'll love a tree

We'll make flower children,

and I'll harvest the fruits

of our better days

I lie down upon a bench

like a cat alone in the sun,

speaker and snare in my ears

Time is moving a bit backwards

It does what it wants

I'll marry a tree

We'll make flower children

There exists no right or wrong

with the roots in the heart

I'll love a tree

We'll make flower children,

and I'll harvest the fruits

of our better days

No, I don't remember how it is

to turn back, then I'll get lost

Where's the sheet now? (oh)

'cause unfortunately there's no magic wand

The African sun warms me

not the trench coat (ah)

'cause we're taken badly compared to other artists (yeah)

but when we play here, it's like an eclipse (uh)

Just turn up the volume in the car

if your heart wasn't pre-made in a factory

I'll marry a tree

We'll make flower children

There exists no right or wrong

with the roots in the heart

I'll love a tree

We'll make flower children,

and I'll harvest the fruits

of our better days

I'll marry a tree

We'll make flower children

There exists no right or wrong

with the roots in the heart

I'll love a tree

We'll make flower children,

and I'll harvest the fruits

of our better days

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