Fanfare catapults us into an Italian summer where everything is amped up to maximum volume: the sun, the swagger, and the sound of blaring brass. Elettra Lamborghini and Guè Pequeno cruise along the coast in a white jet and a parked Lambo, salty wind whipping through open windows while the asphalt itself feels like a dance floor. Money is easy to count, the sea is easy to slice on a jet-ski, and even the taste of a lover’s lips is pure tropical fruit. The chorus’s onomatopoeic “Zan-ra-zan” mimics marching-band horns, turning the local piazza into a carnival that you can almost hear inside your head.
Beneath the glossy luxury lies a universal urge to escape: dreaming of far-off islands, asking “Come stai?” to check in on friends who might be lost in the same heat-drenched chaos. The fanfares become both a literal soundtrack and a metaphor for that dizzy mix of excitement and confusion that hits when summer, love, and freedom collide. Strap in, because this song is a sonic Vespa ride through pure, sun-soaked euphoria.