Saturday morning
It sounds like spring
The birds are chirping
And soon we will have wings
We'll shake off the dust
And go for a ride
We'll loosen some rust
And rise from the night
'Cause if you need some time to chill
I've got exactly what you need
The purring genie of your desires
Has a black seat and little tires
Jump on my Vespa
We'll follow the horizons
Chasing the clouds
Like in a Western
Two bandits
On the run
Jump on my Vespa
Everything's still
Looking from here
Goodbye to pressure
Just riding
In the sun
Buildings and trees
Flowing beside
They look like canvases
Painted in bright light
We're gonna ride
Through summer and spring
We will be rebel angels
And these tires will be our wings
'Cause if you need some time to chill
I've got exactly what you need
The purring genie of your desires
Has a black seat and little tires
Jump on my Vespa
We'll follow the horizon
Chasing the clouds
Like in a Western
Two bandits
On the run
Jump on my Vespa
Everything's still
Observed from here
Goodbye to pressure
Just riding
In the sun
Jump on my Vespa
We'll follow the horizon
Chasing the clouds
Like in a Western
Two bandits
On the run
Jump on my Vespa
Everything's still
Looking from here
Goodbye to pressure
Just riding
In the sun