Translation of the song lyrics Lost In The Weekend - Cesare Cremonini

Lost In The Weekend (original)

Nelle strade dei quartieri inglesi a cosa pensano quando vince il City o torna
il sole
Dopo intere settimane
Negli appartamenti in Cina
E' vero che non hanno Google?
E le domande se le fanno perché sono sempre in
fila
Andiamo a vivere su Marte oppure a Rimini sul mare
Per vedere le ragazze, farsi male
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
Nelle strade ascolterò la gente e i suoi pensieri in coda
Nelle metropolitane per i fine settimana
C'è chi ha voglia di ballare e chi non entra nei locali
Perché veste troppo male, poche ossa e troppi cani
Andiamo a fare un giro in piazza, lì c'è un matto sulle scale
Che rimpiange il Totocalcio che era un gioco eccezionale
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
E poi ci siamo noi, io e te, con le nostre paure più vere
E le nostre notti che parlano lingue straniere
Il mondo è un’alchimia di corpi e luci senza nome
E la paura, poi, diventa amore
E il nostro cuore al buio vuole esplodere
Vuole esplodere, vuole, vuole esplodere
E il nostro cuore al buio vuole esplodere
Vuole, vuole esplodere, vuole esplodere
Lost in the weekend
Lost in the weekend
Lost in the weekend
Lost in the weekend

(translation)

In the streets of the English quarters what do they think when City wins or returns
the sun
After whole weeks
In apartments in China
Is it true they don't have Google?
And the questions are asked because they are always in
line
Let's go live on Mars or in Rimini by the sea
To see the girls, get hurt
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
In the streets I will listen to the people and their thoughts in the queue
In the subways for weekends
There are those who want to dance and those who do not enter the clubs
Because he dresses too badly, few bones and too many dogs
Let's go for a walk in the square, there is a madman on the stairs
Who regrets the Totocalcio which was an exceptional game
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
Lost in the weekend, in the weekend
And then there is us, you and me, with our truest fears
And our nights speaking foreign languages
The world is an alchemy of nameless bodies and lights
And fear, then, becomes love
And our heart in the dark wants to explode
He wants to explode, he wants, he wants to explode
And our heart in the dark wants to explode
He wants, he wants to explode, he wants to explode
Lost in the weekend
Lost in the weekend
Lost in the weekend
Lost in the weekend