We started ’82,

Italian kids who couldn’t play,

but dreaming

anyway.

We wanted just one thing:

a song

to make girls

fall in love.

We used what we had:

circuits, resistors.

No Fairlight,

just little keyboards.

We wanted just one thing:

her smile,

our song

on her Walkman all the while.

“Come on!

That’s not music.”

“What a joke… e-lec-TRON-ics?”

“Who do you think

you are?”

“Songs are made by the Queen,

Michael Jackson,

by Bowie.

Not by two kids from Milan.”

You’re the spark,

the only thing machines can’t be.

Humans desire.

Machines don’t dream.

But you’re the one

who starts the music.

It flows to the human

being you love.

A girl in ’25,

Korean girl from Seoul.

No music school.

But she’s that same dream:

to write a love song,

to make

a girl fall slow.

She finds words in the night,

no piano under the hands,

listens to

A-I songs.

She studies prompts,

plays around.

So many love songs,

when night stops all the sounds.

Come on…

That’s not real music.

A-I slop!

Who do you think you are?

“Song are made by Blackpink,

Billie Eilish,

by Kanye,

Not some girl from Seoul.”

You’re the spark

the only thing machines can’t be.

Humans desire.

Machines don’t dream.

A tablet doesn’t write

a song to make

another screen

feel love.

Neural networks

can learn,

but they cannot

feel desire.

Machines shape the sound.

But the fire comes from you.

From you.

You’re the spark (you’re the spark)

We the sparks (we the sparks)

We breathe (we breathe)

We feel (we feel)

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark (you’re the spark)

We the sparks (we the sparks)

We breathe (we breathe)

We feel (we feel)

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark, you the spark.

We the sparks

We breathe, we breathe

We feel

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark, you the spark.

We the sparks

We breathe, we breathe

We feel

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark, we the sparks.

We the sparks

We breathe, we breathe

We feel

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark, we the sparks.

We the sparks

We breathe, we breathe

We feel

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark

We the sparks

We breathe

We feel

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark (you’re the spark)

We the sparks (we the sparks)

We breathe

We feel (we feel)

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark

We the sparks

We breathe

We feel

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark (you’re the spark)

We the sparks (we the sparks)

We breathe (we breathe)

We feel

Just to make a song

for who we love.

You’re the spark (Mmm… time to get funk-kay)

We the sparks (Can you feel da funk?)

We breathe (I said, can you feel da funk?)

We feel (Ahhhh… sookie sookie now)

Just to make a song (Go ’head wit ya bad self)

for who we love. (Get down… get funk-kay)

You’re the spark (Mmm… time to get funk-kay)

We the sparks

Can we da funk?

We feel

Just to make a song (Go ’head wit ya bad self)

for who we love. (Get down… get funk-kay)

You’re the spark (Mmm… feel that groove)

We the sparks (Can you feel da funk?)

We breathe (Deep inside) We feel (Ahhhh…)

Just to make a song (Go ’head wit ya bad self)

for who I love. (Get down… get funk-kay)

Sei la scintilla (you’re the spark)

tra il rumore e il fiato corto

notti accese, occhi stanchi

scrivo solo quello che sento

Siamo scintille

che tremano nel buio

niente scena, niente pose

solo battiti sul tempo

Respiriamo

anche quando pesa

facciamo canzoni

per chi resta, per chi conta

Una voce, poche parole

un beat che cade piano

l’ho fatta solo per te

per chi amo.

You’re the spark (you’re the spark)

We the sparks (we the sparks)

We breathe (we breathe)

We feel (we feel)

Just to make a song

for who I love.