Ligabue Luciano
Happy Birthday Elvis
Certain Nights
Some nights the car is hot
And it decides where it takes you
Some nights the road doesn't matter
That what matters is hearing that you are going
Some nights the radio that plays Neil Young
He seems to have understood who you are
Some nights they resemble a vice
That you don't want stop, never stop
Some nights you make a bit of a fuss
May they feel that you will never change again
Those nights between thighs and mosquitoes
And fog and clubs where you address
Some nights you have some wounds
That some of your friends will disinfect
Some nights when the bars are closed
At the first service station there are those who will celebrate
And you can stay alone
Some nights here
That those who are satisfied enjoy
So and so
Some nights you are awake
Or you will never be awake
/>See you at Mario's sooner or later
Some nights you feel like the owner of a place
There isn't much of a place during the day
Some nights if you're lucky
You knock on the door of those who are like you
There is the night that holds you between her tits
A bit of a mother and a bit of a slut as she is
Those nights when we make love
As long as it hurts as long as it hurts
And you can stay alone
Some nights here
If you are satisfied you can enjoy it
So-so< br/>Some nights are nights
Or we'll give them to you as gifts
Mario reopens sooner or later anyway
Some nights you're alone
More cheerful, more greedy,
as naive and asshole as you can be
Those nights are exactly that vice
that I don't want to stop, never stop
And you can stay alone
Certain nights here
That he who is satisfied enjoys
Just like that
Some nights you are awake
Or you will never be awake
See you at Mario's sooner or later

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