Picture this: the sun is blazing, waves keep a lazy rhythm, and Marco Mengoni leans back in his deckchair declaring, “Sto bene al mare!” The song is a breezy refusal of city life and its glittering distractions. Instead of following his dad’s practical path with “tubi,” or chasing cinematic fame at Cinecittà, Marco imagines a simpler horizon where the only script is the tide. Concrete skylines, designer jeans, and cocktail-clinking skyscraper parties all fade when compared with salt on skin and sand between toes. The sea becomes a metaphor for authenticity, a place where money, status symbols, and urban noise lose their power. It is the promise of a reset – a chance to breathe, to feel small in a good way, and to remember what really matters.
Enter Sayf and Rkomi, who add their own twist to this summer postcard. Sayf admits the shore memories sting at first, yet he’s determined to turn a wasted summer into a healing one – whispering love lines because affection, like sight, can be surprisingly blind. Rkomi looks beyond the horizon, wondering what lies “all’altra parte del mare.” He dreams of a spiritual trek to Timbuktu, dodging the temptations of luxury fashion and learning to let one love be enough. Together, the trio turn the coastline into a playground of self-discovery: part escape, part mirror, and entirely irresistible. By the time the chorus rolls back in, you can almost feel the sunscreen and hear the seagulls – proof that sometimes the best therapy is simply being “al mare.”