Weekend
Cinemavolta Lyrics


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Forse sono a New York
Forse siamo distanti
Forse penso anche a te
Forse siamo felici

Quanto traffico qui
Quanta gente di spalle
Ferro e piombo con me
Tutto sommato mi sento in gita

Se mi chiedi di me perso in questo weekend infinito weekend
Se mi chiedi di me solo in questo weekend un inquieto weekend

Un formalità
L'indirizzo un voce
L'uomo è davanti a me
Io gli sparo veloce

Forse sono a New York
Forse sono felice
Questa notte è per me
E le mie insane passioni in gita





Se mi chiedi di me perso in questo weekend infinito weekend
Se mi chiedi di me solo in questo weekend un inquieto weekend

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Weekend" by Cinemavolta suggest the experience of being in New York City on a weekend, possibly alone, and contemplating the distance between oneself and another person. The singer explores the contradictions of the bustling city, feeling both overwhelmed by the traffic and crowds but also enjoying the feeling of being on a trip. The lyrics also suggest a sense of rebellion or danger, with references to firearms and insane passions. Overall, the song seems to capture the thrill and uncertainty of a weekend in the city, where anything can happen.


The lyrics also play with ambiguity and uncertainty, using phrases like "forse" ("maybe" or "perhaps" in Italian) to suggest a sense of possibility or doubt. The repeated refrain of "infinito weekend" and "inquieto weekend" (infinite and restless weekend) further emphasizes the idea of excitement and uncertainty in the experience.


Line by Line Meaning

Forse sono a New York
Maybe I am in New York


Forse siamo distanti
Maybe we are far apart


Forse penso anche a te
Maybe I think of you too


Forse siamo felici
Maybe we are happy


Quanto traffico qui
How much traffic here


Quanta gente di spalle
How many people with their backs turned


Ferro e piombo con me
Iron and lead with me


Tutto sommato mi sento in gita
All things considered, I feel like I'm on a trip


Se mi chiedi di me perso in questo weekend infinito weekend
If you ask me about myself, lost in this endless weekend


Se mi chiedi di me solo in questo weekend un inquieto weekend
If you ask me about myself, alone in this restless weekend


Un formalità
A formality


L'indirizzo un voce
An address, a voice


L'uomo è davanti a me
The man is in front of me


Io gli sparo veloce
I shoot him quickly


Questa notte è per me
This night is for me


E le mie insane passioni in gita
And my insane passions on a trip




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