Cioffi guys there text and meaning of the new single Prod. By Room9 and Machweo

Guys there text and meaning of the Nuosva Ballad, suspended between nostalgia and dream, of Cioffi.

Out of Friday 18 April for Warner Music Italy The new single by Cioffian intimate and melancholy song that tells the time, the memories and everything that remains glued to the soul.

The song comes after the excellent reception received with Bogota and sees once again to production i Room9 And Machwee who have been able to build a rarefied but intense atmosphere. Every sound detail is designed to enhance the narrative, creating a sound landscape that moves between muffled sounds, light delay and a dreamy imprint.

Cioffi Text and meaning of guys there

Guys there It is an emotional photograph that moves between past and present. The verses, imbued with melancholy, tell those shared moments that, although far away, remain impressed in memory as scenes of a film that returns to loop.

An alternative ballad that knows how to be sweet and scratchy at the same time, capable of touching deep ropes. The voice of Cioffinever over the top, accompanies the story as a thin thread that binds dream and reality.

TEXT

We were those guys there
a shirt inside jeans
remember that

you dreamed of America with the drive in
your father wanted you here
do not cry

we who had nothing
only dreams and adrenaline
the eyes tired from the speeches of the evening before

He ran time at that age
Bacardi sitting at a bar
you were little

you never turned off you are always the same
grown alone among the school desks
Don't tell me it's late
who pass the years
and if
it rains with that song you never think about me

I'll be back I will come back
Always there in the usual place
You and I, what a show, live at any cost

We grew up together
Free from 'Ste Catene
promise me that all this will remain like this
We were those guys there
with the nightmare of Monday
A T -shirt inside the jeans
The blue wiston smoking alone
Waiting for a train
who will report me, he will report, report
from you

slaves of this routine
of a time that is no longer ours

remember my fixed for blink
spring and the colibrì

From the tell me that

We did not go out
We are always the same
that we have changed only cities

and who cares
If it is late for dinner
So at home there is no longer your mother who will scold you
I'll be back I will come back
Always there in the usual place
You and I, what a show, live at any cost

We grew up together
Free from 'Ste Catene
promise me that all this will remain like this

We were those guys there
with the nightmare of Monday
a shirt inside jeans
The blue wiston smoking alone
Waiting for a train
who will report me, he will report, he will report to you

who will bring me back to you
We were, we were, those guys there