Do you remember that dizzy, sparkling feeling of chasing someone all summer long, only to finally collide on one wild night? That is the effervescent heart of “Bollicine” (which means bubbles in Italian). Annalisa sings about years of almost-moments: searching on church steps, around liquor shelves, under minor constellations, always missing the kiss by a heartbeat. Then—pop!—one “maledetta” evening sweeps the lovers into sweet chaos, like bubbles racing to the surface of a glass.
The lyrics fizz with images of mint-green bicycles abandoned on the beach, late-night cinema trips where they slip in just before the credits, and lips that act like magnets. “Bollicine” celebrates that thrilling in-between stage when you are not quite together yet, but every glance feels electric. It is nostalgia, teenage impatience, and sunset-lit romance shaken into a single flute of sparkling desire.