Mal Di Testa—literally “Headache”—plunges us straight into the woozy morning-after of a wild Italian night. Elodie wakes up at dawn “in a coma,” brain full of sand and engine “fused,” desperate for a third espresso just to stand upright. The lyrics paint a vivid, almost cartoonish hangover: crawling in through a window at 4 a.m., staring at a “strange” mirror, promising to call back when the world stops spinning. It is a candid snapshot of that foggy moment between party glory and next-day reality, where every reflex is “on minimum” and coffee is life support.
Enter Fabri Fibra, doubling down on the chaos. He mixes good friends with fake ones, weed with tobacco, verses with alcohol and—of course—makes the same mistakes on repeat. His headache is so epic he asks for a “scacciapensieri” (literally a “thought-chaser”) to fend off worries. Together, their playful back-and-forth turns a universal hangover into a catchy urban anthem: messy, funny, and irresistibly human. You can almost smell the espresso, feel the pounding temples, and laugh at the promise we all know too well—“never again”… until next weekend. 🥴☕🎶