Imagine lying on a sweet-smelling tappeto di fragole—a strawberry carpet—staring at the sky while waves lap around you. That is the dreamy scene Modà paints as the singer freezes time to think about someone special. The lyrics mix gentle nature images—red firelight, swallows, a breeze that can barely move the leaves—with a rush of emotion that the singer can hardly control. He feels silly and awkward, yet all he wants is a simple sign: “Talk to me, hold me, or at least pretend you love me.”
Under the clouds, love hangs between hope and doubt. A faded photo is all he has left, and he cannot even remember if the captured smile was real. Still, he waits, “transfixed on the earth,” longing for the courage to take flight toward this uncertain love. The song becomes a bittersweet anthem for anyone who has ever been caught between romantic daydreams and the fear of looking ridiculous—inviting listeners to float on that strawberry carpet and feel every twinge of desire, nostalgia, and fragile optimism.