I'm tired of pretending to have a story Cinema doesn't always work Today I've finished inventing my life I'm imagining Italy I'm tired of pretending to be a hero Friends, not really lovers Holidays, no credit, the sky is always gray Direction, l'Italie Hey, imagine, I revise the film I set up the studio in the kitchen I already hear the mandolins Hey, I improvise, here my heart shape you aim Drunk and still in the barn I already hear the mandolins Under the sun of Italy Under the sun of Italy So I tell myself, you're not too old, shake a little It's time to redo your life Quiet, well in the heat, over there It's so beautiful, the sun of Italy Tout ce temps passé à faire semblant de toujours s'aimer On ne peut pas rêver toujours Mais demain je lui dis bye-bye Chérie, direction l'Italie Hey, imagine, I revise the film I set up the studio in the kitchen I already hear the mandolins Hey, I improvise, here my heart shape you aim Drunk and still in the barn I already hear the mandolins Hey, imagine, I revise the film Hey, imagine, I revise the film Hey, I improvise, here my heart shape you aim Na, na, na, na Bye, bye, bye Bye, bye, bye