The single is the third song of the twelve that make up the new album, where he creates a metaphor with each of them as if it were a diary. With this video clip he manages to break the generation gap and seeks to reach all audiences thanks to the aesthetics and the dialogue that follows.
BLANCO. Our Saturday music video. (Official video). METALOCUS MUSIC PROJECT.
An Illmatic Film Group production.
Director.- Simone Peluso.
Cinematographer.- Alessandro Ubaldi.
Former producer.- Jacopo Pica.
Line producer.- Elena Andreutti.
Assistant director.- Alessandro Guida.
Art Direction.- Ilaria Demo De Lorenzi.
Cast.- Alice Stancanelli.
Vfx.- Andrea Ferrarello.
Colour.- Leonardo Mareso.
Production manager.- Marco Parrulli.
Scenography.- Alessandro Iacopelli.
Graphic supervisor.- Alessandro Tuccillo.
Type design.- Edoardo Pigliapochi.
Styling.- Tiny Idols.
Styling assistant.- Michela Bazzardi.
MUA.- Claudia De Simone.
Special make-up fx.- Roberta Micozzi.
Hair stylist artist.- Gabriele Rasconà.
Hair stylist actress.- Roxana Sandu.
Steadycam operator.- Nicola Daino.
Operator assistant.- Niccoló di Guida.
Loader.- Yoshiyuki Ishii.
Assistant op.- Marco Pugnali.
Video assist.- Chiara Ingrati.
Chief electrician.- Roberto Viccaro.
Electricians.- Fabrizio De Santis, Vito Laiola, Francesco Perricone, Carlito Lopez.
Chief engineer.- Fabio Albero.
Train driver.- Alessandro Albero.
Scenography assistants.- Alessandra Voglino, Alessandra Bisegna.
Set design assistant.- Mattia Cocco.
Administration.- Camilla Pica.
Production assistants.- Gabriele Fabbri, Federico Troncarelli, Alessio Guerriero, Cristiano Ciliberti, Beatrice Guglielmi.
Director.- Simone Peluso.
Cinematographer.- Alessandro Ubaldi.
Former producer.- Jacopo Pica.
Line producer.- Elena Andreutti.
Assistant director.- Alessandro Guida.
Art Direction.- Ilaria Demo De Lorenzi.
Cast.- Alice Stancanelli.
Vfx.- Andrea Ferrarello.
Colour.- Leonardo Mareso.
Production manager.- Marco Parrulli.
Scenography.- Alessandro Iacopelli.
Graphic supervisor.- Alessandro Tuccillo.
Type design.- Edoardo Pigliapochi.
Styling.- Tiny Idols.
Styling assistant.- Michela Bazzardi.
MUA.- Claudia De Simone.
Special make-up fx.- Roberta Micozzi.
Hair stylist artist.- Gabriele Rasconà.
Hair stylist actress.- Roxana Sandu.
Steadycam operator.- Nicola Daino.
Operator assistant.- Niccoló di Guida.
Loader.- Yoshiyuki Ishii.
Assistant op.- Marco Pugnali.
Video assist.- Chiara Ingrati.
Chief electrician.- Roberto Viccaro.
Electricians.- Fabrizio De Santis, Vito Laiola, Francesco Perricone, Carlito Lopez.
Chief engineer.- Fabio Albero.
Train driver.- Alessandro Albero.
Scenography assistants.- Alessandra Voglino, Alessandra Bisegna.
Set design assistant.- Mattia Cocco.
Administration.- Camilla Pica.
Production assistants.- Gabriele Fabbri, Federico Troncarelli, Alessio Guerriero, Cristiano Ciliberti, Beatrice Guglielmi.
Lyrics.-
I played football in the middle of the street
On the unpaved road that raised me
Where the sky is burgundy colored, surrounded by green
Where God created meadows of nothing
If it is not sincere
If the love is real, a pure feeling
Dies inside
No, it's got no future if I lose you
I'd give my life
That is not endless
For an honest price
But luckily
We then found each other
Under the moonlight
Maybe a bit wrinkled
Of a story we lived
And soon we were
Stretched over a rock
With hair in our hands
Like a pencil
I'd write a poem
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
For a little bit of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
All the insults you want
Will be useless if you can talk to me
And it's hard to tell
Love from madness, oh
If it is not sincere
If the love is real, a pure feeling
Dies inside
No, it's got no future if I lose you
I'd give my life
That is not endless
For an honest price
But luckily
We then found each other
Under the moonlight
Maybe a bit wrinkled
Of a story we lived
And soon we were
Stretched over a rock
With hair in our hands
Like a pencil
I'd write a poem
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
For a little bit of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
And what lives inside us
Never grows old
And never fades away
Like Polaroid pictures
If I don't ask myself who we were
I can't recall who we are
For a little bit of joy
Ra-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa
