Sunnambula ft. Italo Salizzato Lyrics

We are all inside, our own private fairy tale

Where everything is a medley, between truth and fiction

With our ghosts between shallow appearances and deep realities

With a free mind, wandering between unknown and unfinished forms

Among citrus groves, like bubbles on fragrant woods

Because there, where lemons bloom

Men often hide their certainties

And go there to restore the strength

In the quiet of a citrus grove

When the emotional involvement, in the game of illusions

Gets to elude every form of clarity

It's time to come out of the fairy tale, and get back on the ground

With your head, your mind, your feet

Now we are out of the story

But we know that at any time

When we need a fairy tale

We can close our eyes

And we will be there in the quiet… of a citrus grove