Piazza San Marco Lyrics (English Translation) – Annalisa

Read the full Piazza San Marco (English Translation) lyrics by Annalisa along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Annalisa’s music, you can also explore Canzone Estiva, another song by Annalisa.

[Verse 1: Annalisa]
East wind and really cold
But where does what never ends end
While we’re stuck in line?
Asking you was useless
Whoever wants to understand understands, yes
I saw you greet a blonde girl

[Pre-Chorus 1: Annalisa]
How many tears in the tonic water?
And it felt like drinking the sea
How much do you talk? Let go of me

It’s only Friday
A-A-Friend wanted
You should know that

[Chorus 1: Annalisa & Marco Mengoni, Annalisa]
To please you more, I lied to you
Candies mixed with arsenic
And warming myself by the fire of a stolen lighter
Oh my God, what anxiety, though
Piazza San Marco was disgustingly beautiful
When I think of all the girls you held by the hand on a pier
In exactly the same way
But the night ends when they call the police
And your hand is still in mine

[Verse 2: Marco Mengoni]
Ten to three, but there are still people
It passes, but it doesn’t end here
Who knows where that blonde girl is
So many tears in the tonic water
Luckily we like salt

[Pre-Chorus 2: Marco Mengoni]
How much do you talk? Leave me alone
It’s still Friday

And we’re still here
You should know that

[Chorus 2: Annalisa & Marco Mengoni; Marco Mengoni]
To please him more, you lied to him
Candy mixed with arsenic
And warming yourself by the flame of a stolen lighter
Oh my God, what anxiety, though
Piazza San Marco was disgustingly beautiful
If you think of all the girls he held by the hand on a pier
In exactly the same way
But the night ends and we’re the only ones left

[Bridge: Marco Mengoni, Annalisa; Annalisa & Marco Mengoni]
Alone us, alone us
Alone us, alone us
Alone us, alone us
Alone us, alone us
Alone us, alone us
Alone us, alone us, alone us
Alone us, alone us, alone us

[Outro: Annalisa & Marco Mengoni]
Oh my God, what anxiety, though
Piazza San Marco was filthy beautiful
If you think of all the girls he held by the hand on a pier
In exactly the same way
But the night ends when they call the police
And your hand is still in mine