Breva and Tivano, Breva and Tivano
The sail swells and the tiller's in my hands
Bright Valtellina and dark Valtellina
It's a game of checkers with a sky that's threatening
You jump on the wave then let yourself go
I know that in a bit it'll start to storm
I know up on the shore they're all praying
They think I'm a loon who just wants to drown
And the boat rocks and seems like it's sinking
What a racket being in the middle of the lake
The lake's a rogue, the lake betrays
Lightning flashes and the sky coughs
Breva and Tivano, Breva and Tivano
They pull and they slack and they carry you far
Look this way and look over there
The shore calls, the boat goes
You jump on the wave then let yourself go
I know that in a bit it'll start to storm
I know up on the shore they're all praying
They think I'm a loon who just wants to drown
But I'm already here in the middle of the storm
You'd better get outta the way 'cause I like it like this
And I'm already here in the middle of the storm
You'd better get outta the way 'cause I like it like this
Breva and Tivano, Breva and Tivano
Breva and Tivano, Breva and Tivano