Accordi Artificiosi - Schengen boy

Описание: ✈️🌍 “Schengen Boy” – Accordi Artificiosi

Un inno pop alla libertà di viaggiare senza confini.
“Schengen Boy” racconta il brivido di attraversare l’Europa con uno zaino in spalla, una carta d’identità in tasca e un mondo intero davanti agli occhi.

Tra voli low cost, Flixbus notturni, treni internazionali e strade che cambiano lingua ma non cielo, la canzone celebra il momento più bello per ogni viaggiatore: superare un confine… e sentirsi ancora a casa.

Una melodia radiofonica, solare e immediata, che profuma di estate, stazioni ferroviarie e cartelli blu con le stelle dorate.

Perché in fondo, essere uno Schengen boy significa una cosa sola:
la libertà di partire. 🇪🇺✨

TESTO:

I keep my ID in my pocket, like a lucky charm,
City names on my tongue, neon night and old stone arms.
Friday after work, I’m already on the move,
Chasing that horizon with a carry-on and groove.
No stamps, no lines, no “where you going, sir?”
Just the open road ahead, and the map begins to purr.

One border sign, then it’s gone in the rear-view,
Different language on the radio, the sky still blue.
Same stars over every street I’ve never seen,
And I swear that in-between is where I feel most free.

’Cause I’m a Schengen boy, I slip through Europe like a song,
From the coast to the capital, where the night train rolls along.
No walls in my way, just a change of streetlight glow,
With my name on a passport page I never have to show.
I’m a Schengen boy, got the world in my backpack toy—
And nothing, nothing feels as good
As crossing over, understood.

Low-cost wings at sunrise, coffee shaking in my hand,
Window-seat philosophy above a patchwork land.
Flixbus humming midnight, strangers laughing soft and low,
International rail lines like a heartbeat on the snow.
And in my little car, with the motorway in stereo,
That quiet moment at the line—then suddenly… you’re “there” you know?

One border sign, then it’s gone in the rear-view,
Different coins for the souvenir, same feeling breaking through.
New vowels in the air, new rhythm in the street,
But the freedom stays the same, like a bassline under me.

’Cause I’m a Schengen boy, I slip through Europe like a song,
From the coast to the capital, where the night train rolls along.
No walls in my way, just a change of streetlight glow,
With my name on a passport page I never have to show.
I’m a Schengen boy, got the world in my backpack toy—
And nothing, nothing feels as good
As crossing over, understood.

Let the border be a whisper, let it be a faded line,
Let it be the moment when your heart says, “You’re alright.”
Different words for “welcome”, different plates along the road,
But the freedom of arriving is the only thing I’m owed.
So take my hand, we don’t need more than this—
Just an ID, and a reason, and a little bit of bliss.

Yeah, I’m a Schengen boy, I slip through Europe like a song,
From the coast to the capital, where the night train rolls along.
No walls in my way, just a change of streetlight glow,
With my name on a passport page I never have to show.
I’m a Schengen boy, got the world in my backpack toy—
And nothing, nothing feels as good
As crossing over… understood.

Have a good trip.
Bon voyage.
Buen viaje.
Gute Reise.
Buon viaggio.
Sretan put.