We listened to the whole cassettes, we didn't skip We rented the records from the shop in Piazza Nibaliano At the stop of the 38 my Walkman cut the world out Only for 15 stops it was beautiful to feel so alone And now instead I don't touch almost anything inside And that shop I also closed more than 10 years ago Maybe I even burned my caps not understanding anything But I always tried to give everything I have If now I don't get excited anymore, nobody, nothing Maybe the reason is that I have already given everything I have The texts written on the door of the first floor cells And on the afternoon in the rehearsal room we played the songs we loved My colleagues didn't understand, for them I was always the strange one A traveler with headphones like wings to fly away And now instead I don't touch almost anything inside And I haven't seen my colleagues for 10 years I want to find new breath for the body and mind To always give everything I have But now I don't get excited anymore, nobody, nothing Maybe the reason is that I have already given everything I have If now I don't get excited anymore, nobody, nothing Maybe the reason is that I have already given everything I have