they're right, they're right they told me: \"Everything she does is old\" you talk about women with moral integrity they want that, if he hasn't already understood\" and what should I tell him: \"look, I can't, when I loved I loved in her eyes maybe even in her arms but I always cryed for her happynes\" light on San Siro of that evening what is odd, we have all been there do you remember the game in the fog? you hide and if I find you I love you there but you're cheating, you're yelling it's not fair, in this way it's too easy finding you, loving you, playing with time on the dead grass, whit that cold here but time goes away, they put me in the middle I'm not able to say just one \"no\" again I see you and sometimes I'd like to tell you but what all this crowd around us is doing? do my life, do your life now or then it had to end you laughed and maybe you had a flower I didn't understand you, you never understood me write Vecchioni, write songs the more you write , the more you get good and make money it's not important who listens to them if she was there or not and who is she? make them pay you, be worthy the more you keep your head down, the more they tell you \"yes\" who cares if your hands are dirty? keep them close, and nobody will know that My Milan, take me away, it is so cold, I'm disgusted and I can't stand it anymore lets do a change, take my few money and my fame but give me my 600 [fiat 600, the car] back my 20's and a girl that you know Milano, I'm sorry, I was joking light on San Siro, they won't switch'em on again