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To keep looking

To find a get-away, a way out
To find a reason, to find more time
To find a hold in the high tide
To find a street that would mark an idea
To find water and quench your thirst
To find a land, to find faith
To find a sword, to find a job
To find iron instead of gold
 
To keep looking
To keep looking
To keep looking for you
Each time you're not here
To keep looking
To keep looking for you
 
To find life, to find pain
To find silence, to find noise
To find someone who understands you a little
To find yourself amazed from a dawn that is being born
To find destiny, to find the opposite of this
To find an excuse that could be a valid pretext
To find logic, a reason
To find an emotion
 
To keep looking
To keep looking
To keep looking for you
Each time you're not here
To keep looking
To keep looking for you
To keep looking
 
To find, to find, to find
You always have to find something
To find in the dark of a closed room
The only part that is bright
To find anger, to find forgiveness
To find a pen, to find your sound
To find a meaning of each mistake
To find the right distance
Between head and heart
 
To keep looking
To keep looking
To keep looking for you
Each time you're not here
 
To keep looking for you
Each time you're not here
 

Almost

I almost forgot
that there were hopes nourished by the strenght
that I found in my mistakes
but my mistakes were almost damages.
Changed by the illnesses caused by frustration
I was almost becoming the shadow of myself.
We are almost there.
There are moments.
There are men who, you know, for an idea were hanged... or almost.
They deluded themselves.
There are closed cases.
There are ideologies, themes, guides
that you apply and you don't use
that you apply and you don't use.
 
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We're almost there.
 
I almost didn't remember, no
to leave bread crumbs on the path
in case I really had to go back
I'd immediately find my way
but I remember where I live, I live
because the clothes that I wear have the smell of the streets
where fathers almost tear apart their children.
It's almost time to put sigils on the past traditions
on the doors that were already blocked before.
Tell me if a substance that strenghtens courage exists
because every time that I was almost, almost there
I was left out at the last step.
In the course of our life always appears
a wound that leaves us thunderstruck.
 
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We're almost there.
There are moments.
There are men who, you know, for an idea
they deluded themselves.
There are closed cases.
There are lives who remain in the trenches.
 
You understand, almost.
You're done, almost.
You're dead, almost.
You're alive.
 
I almost did it.
I almost did it.
I almost did it.
I almost did it.
I almost did it.
I almost did it.
I'm almost there.
 
Almost is the unit of measure to understand the distance
between the bubbles of hope and the price of resistence to suppress
the weak fragile part. Where are you, why can't I see you.
You said that when I grew old, I would have saved me (yes).
You said that my world, I would have found it (here).
There are numbers, lost keys
unavoidable defeats, different roads.
 
We're almost there.
There are moments.
There are men who, you know, for an idea
they deluded themselves.
There are closed cases.
There are lives who remain in the trenches.
 
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We almost did it.
We're almost, almost there.
 

When I'm holding you

I walk breathing slowly
and I think about all of my things.
Our life really did change
as it should be.
And big changes are always, always
always a bit scary.
Ideas changes as often as the wind changes
and the new society.
 
But you're always here
my great love
like my defects, like a big dream
that never comes true.
But you're always here to save me from myself
and it seems to me that life is so beautiful
when I'm holding you.
And it seems to me that life is so beautiful
when I'm holding you.
 
Believe me, it's difficult to explain, you know
difficult with words.
Sometimes I lose them and then I find them somewhere else
hidden between you and me.
A song isn't enought to be able to tell you
all that I feel.
Ideas changes as often as the wind changes.
The distance changes while time flows.
 
But you're always here
my great love
Like the fears that I can't face
and that come back.
But you're always here to save me from the abyss.
And it seems to me that life is so beautiful
when I'm holding you.
And it seems to me that life is so beautiful
when I'm holding you.
 
But you're always here to save me from myself
and it seems to me that life is so beautiful
when I'm holding you.
And it seems to me that life is so beautiful
when I'm holding you.
 
When I'm holding you.
When I'm holding you.
When I'm holding you.
 

#A

I look in their face those who
I know speak ill of me
I can explain with no rancor the truth
who cares about those guys.
 
A, my love, this joy drives me crazy
my love, this desire drives me crazy
of believing everything is going right
and I like saying a
my love, this joy drives me crazy.
 
And then I look at my cousin
who married early and with a child
who grew old in his office
and one night he said 'honey
I'm taking the dog for a walk' and he left
and he won't come back.
 
My love, this joy drives me crazy
my love, this desire drives me crazy
of believing everything is going right
and I like saying a
 
Those who need an excuse to live
of a car, a beautiful place to go
of a percentage to buy a building.
Those who dreamed for just two hours
and asked themselves if it was right to continue
or wake up and pretend to be fine.
But luckily there's the mechanic on the other side of the road who's happy
just because today is his son's birthday
and then it's a party for the whole world.
 
my love, this joy drives me crazy
my love, this desire drives me crazy
of believing everything is going right
and I like saying a
my love, this joy drives me crazy.
 

For me

For me, I ran so much
like a prey escaping a hunt
for me a broken road roller
cold wind that cuts the face.
For me, born among the monsters of the crossroads
influenced by the shadows on the steps that I took
for a dream, too big, too big
closed in a box that has no shape.
For me, burned cardboard
hard-wearing leftovers of a happy destiny.
For me, blood of a Christ
that is crucified but with no nails.
 
For me, it's life that goes
a minute, an year.
For me.
With the energy spent on difficulties
my mood between the insults and the compliments
spitting agaisnt prejudice
and the health lost because of a vice.
 
I never saw the world
but I learned to travel anyway.
For me, middle school degree and building site
and hours and hours spent cleaning the same toilet.
For me, iron shoes
heavy for walking but sturdy.
For me, a needle, astonished,
a smile of joy with holes between teeth.
For me, it's life that goes
a minute, an year.
For me.
For me, it's life that goes
a minute, an year.
For me.
With dirty but innocent thoughts,
with moving to different apartments
and the songs written to make a living
great loves and never an altar.
With the energy spent on difficulties
my mood between the insults and the compliments
spitting agaisnt prejudice
and the health lost because of a vice.
 
It's life that goes, a minute, an year.
For me, for me.
 

I'm not fine with anything

I played punk in the basement
was depressed as soon as I woke up in the morning
played punk against the system
my existence in those years was a punishment
and sometimes the sadness returns returns returns
in this cynical world you have to be at the height of
your dreams and the goals, the hunger and the thirst
of the reflections on the ultra-thin TV that has blinded you
 
I'm not fine at all
I'm not fine with anything
I was not fine with anything
nothing is fine for me
I'm not fine at all
I'm not fine anymore
I'm never fine with anything
however
 
I played punk at Sunday school
with a rather contradicting attitude
played punk with 1My Sharona
that way I felt that I was different from the pattern
and sometimes I negate and again negate negate my nature
I changed the genre because I was a bit scared
of the hunger and of the thirst, of a restless manner
it is a life in a thought, it is a life not lived fully
 
I'm not fine at all
I'm not fine with anything
I was not fine with anything
nothing is fine for me
I'm not fine at all
I'm not fine anymore
I'm never fine with anything
nothing is fine for me
I'm not fine at all
I'm not fine with anything
I was not fine with anything
nothing is fine for me
I'm not fine at all
I'm not fine anymore
I'm never fine with anything
nothing is fine for me
 
I don't know why I always have something to argument about
nononononono
but it comes naturally to me
 
lalalalalala
 
I know that I cannot bear it
nonononononono
no I don't appreciate, I get upset
 
mamamamamamamamama
 

• 1. My Sharona - probably refers to a song by the rock band The Knack

I need to believe

I have faith in the silences one step away from courage
When I try to understand the meaning of my journey
I have faith in things that are waiting for me tomorrow
In the shoes that I wear, I have faith in these hands
 
I have faith while I feel my faith flowing
Embarrassed energy that builds up
An illuminating space that gives a purpose to this life
The faith is like a weapon for combating every challenge
 
I have faith in you and I have faith in love
To describe the faith though words are not needed
The faith is a conductor between a doubt
And this immense when the rest loses the meaning
 
A step away from tomorrow
A step away from you by now
But what makes humans
If not a limit
A step away from the will we had and that is no more
I need to believe
I need you
 
I have faith in the holes where I have stumbled
In my broken knees and in the days when I have mistaken
Because today I won't break and will never lower my gaze
And if I am so strong I owe it only to my past
 
I have faith in you and I have faith in the color
In your immature responses that spread astonishment
The faith is an impression of always having you near
When I have walked a lot
 
A step away from tomorrow
A step away from you by now
But what makes humans
If not a limit
A step away from the strength that we had and that is no more
I need to believe
I need you
 
I need air, air under the feet
From a prison with no bars let me escape
I know what I am looking for but I cannot explain it
Now listen to my breathing, I wait
 
A step away from tomorrow
A step away from you by now
But what makes humans
If not a limit
A step away from the anger that we had and that is no more
I need to believe
I need you
I need to believe
I need to believe
 

Stop with your hands

I wake up one morning,i wake up one morning
and I hear that an italian citizien is dead,
killed by other italians
With the flowing of the time all will be negated but this is the history
This is the history,this is the history,this is the history:
 
Stefano left people
looking on themselves astonished,trying to understand
A judgmental entity has sewn the mouths,
it has fulfilled the judgment and it has made him die.
It's happened to each of us
but someone has grazed it
and a man died alone
in a room which stinks of pee.
 
Slayed by Tor Sapienza
straight until he arrived at the court hearing
Tor Sapienza is a district where floors grown up
the lights, the spikes, the dust, the colors.
And men run around,run around,run around,
run around and make damages
It's normal, that's life,
to get better it needs years
but the progress march gets broken
if the State has the head in the toilet.
 
Look,look,look
I want to see behind the walls
Look,look,look,look,look,look
Stop with your hands,stop with your feet!
 
To forget,to forget
Im not able to forget it
Stefano was not a saint
And he wanted to change something about himself
Some precedent of drug selling
and a life in part to recover
But a night he had been stopped,kept,
searched for a control
They found some hashish on him
and some substance that burns the brain.
And then a person said:
'Come with us,come, come guy,
and dont reply,be good come on,
otherwise you will not fuckin return at home'
 
Look,look,look
I want to see behind the walls
Look,look,look,look,look,look
Stop with your hands,stop with your feet!
Look,look,look
that the truth dies in the secrets
Look,look,look,look,look,look
Stop with your hands, stop with your feet!
 
Stop with your hands,stop with your feet
Stop with your hands,stop with your feet
Stop with your hands.
 
Look,look,look
I want to see behind the walls
Look,look,look,look,look,look
Stop with your hands,stop with your feet!
Look,look,look
That the truth dies in the secrets
Look,look,look,look,look,look
Stop with your hands,stop with your feet!
 
Consciusness does not forget,consciusness does not forget
Consciusness does not forget,consciusness does not forget
Consciusness does not forget,consciusness does not forget
Consciusness does not forget,consciusness does not forget
 

Like

Bum
 
I'm the one you wanted to kill the other night
I came to talk
It would be nice if I left a little space
to my explanation
I could tell you what the drama is
If there is a drama in this relationship.
 
Look but
You are very rigid
Look bud
I feel like
Like the butterflies like a hive
Like the wife of a brigadier
That escapes with a criminel
Like the dreams of a very timid child
The son of a general
Like the churches in the christmas day
Like an killer at a funeral
Like a hair dresser when it is monday and she doen't go at work
 
Do not be difficult
Do not behave like all those
who have the smart
I came to talk.
It would be nice if I left a little space
to my explanation
I could tell you what the drama is
If there is a drama in this relationship.
 
Look but
You are very practical
Like the clouds , like the pears
hanging from a branch before falling
Like candles when there is no light
Like crumbs, like crumbs
As someone who is already half satisfied
Like Columbus in America
Like my brother when it's Friday
and leave from here.
 
Look, but
You are not nice
Look, but
I came to talk.
 

Songs of Bells

It has been a while now
From when you were here
We find ourselves talking to us
The day that you said yes to another
It seems strange, but it is so
Now you miss me even on Friday
 
Songs of bells
I am among these whores
And you, are in front of God.
But you forgot them
Our summer evenings and today you
You get married and you're gone
 
Nanana-na
Nanana-na
Uuuh uuh uuh uuh.
 
He is the opposite to me, I know
He works and is qualified or graduate
And to think that for one time you
would not have changed me for nothing
But life, it goes like so
The inability to love that I have on Friday
Ehhh.....
 
Songs of bells
I am among these whores
And you, are in front of God.
But you forgot them
Our summer evenings and today you
You get married and you're gone
Na na na na na
 
I say bye to you for the last time
Who knows if I will see you once every three months
Let's do two
But I love you to you
The only thing of an indecent life
The only thing that made me understand inside
The I am not a loser
I am not a loser
No, I am not a loser.
 
Nanana-na
Nanana-na
Nanana-na
Nanana-na
Uuuh uuh uuh uuh.
 

This song (Wonderful)

This song is life that passes
In a day of magical essence
It is the outlet of a man who is trying to scream
A buzzing of sane incoherence
A photograph of me
That I want to look at now
An idea like any other fixed in time
A liar that cannot lie
 
This song is the road in [my etc.] feet
The search for a little bit of clarity
A living hand, an ajar door
A shoe that causes tenderness
It is a dog that barks
Out there
A bed unmade by too much talking
That bursts out like noises
 
Wonderful
Like life that passes
Like a memory of a few years ago
Wonderful
Like the story of the most beautiful love
I wrote it just for you
 
This song is a a broken toy
Left in the wrong place
It is a deep breath that comes consciously
Just because I walked
It is a stomachache
With which I live
My eyes are fixed on a present point
Losing sight of the finish line
 
Wonderful
Like life that passes
Like a memory of a few years ago
Wonderful
Like the story of the most beautiful love
I wrote it just for you
 
I wrote it just for you...
I wrote it just for you...
 
Wonderful
Like the story of the most beautiful love
I wrote it just for you
 
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Evander

Take me away

Versions: #2
Take me away from the hostilities of the future days
From the reflections of the past because they'll come back
From the long breaths that hide the panic caused by hypochondria
Take me away from the belief of not being strong enough
When I fall against a monster bigger than me
Aware that sometimes all you have to do is to take life as it is
As it is, unpredictable
 
Take me away from the moments
From this invasive years
From every piece of time in which I can't find energies
My love,
Take me away
 
Take me away
When the fear comes back and I don't know how to respond
From the regrets of the mistakes that I keep doing
While I fight gritting my teeth, hiding bitterness inside a lie
Take me away
If there's a wall way too high for me to see my tomorrow
And you find me at its foot with my head in my hands
If between a lot of ways out I ask myself which one is the right one
Which is the right one
It's unpredictable
 
Take me away from the moments
From the void that you feel
Where anything could ever hurt me again, everywhere it is
My love,
Take me away
 
You
You can understand
This silence that defines the limit
Between my doubts and the reality
From here to eternity
Don't give up
 
Take me away from the moments
From this violent years
From every piece of time
In which I can't find energies
My love,
Take me away
 

The illusion

You're right
I don't love you but the illusion of you
The illusion of us sharing a wooden-roofed house
The illusion of a lit fireplace on Christmas day
The idea of not being alone at the age of 50.
 
You're right
I don't love you, but your patience
When you try to understand me
Because I'm mentally exalted
And I've never come to your house
To shake hands with your father
 
I love the illusion
Of someone going to the cinema with me
But I'm supposed to love you
You're convinced you have the truth in your pocket
Only because nobody else has
And you keep believing a donkey is there
In the sky it flies away
 
And you're right
I'm afraid of looking into myself and finding out
I'm not made for fair things
But I can't love you just because you're something beautiful
Because my culture
has taught me to get married with decent women
I can't love the illusion
Of somebody who believes in me
I'm supposed to love you
 
And protect you from my cowardice
From wrong analisys, from my hypochondria
I can't love the illusion
Of somebody who believes in me
I'm supposed to love you
I'm supposed to love you
 
And you keep believing a donkey is there
In the sky it flies away
In the sky, in the sky it flies away
The donkey... the sky...
 
Uuuh- ah ah ah…
Uuuh- ah ah ah…
 
Traduco per passione / I translate for passion. ♥

9096.Ro.La

Rola is sleeping, please
Do not speak loudly
You who are there to look
You who have judged badly
Because of a dress a bit too revealing
How many times has she done wrong
How many pills has she taken
But at the age of 18 it is not a crime
Your smile and a bit of money in the pocket
But how much life stays
And for that I love you
And for that I love you
 
Rola does not listen to people anymore
Does not listen to anyone anymore
Who knows who sees
Who knows who hears
I watch her and meanwhile deal with the paradise
I would like to touch her face gently
I am about to tell her to stay there
I am about to make her understand a bit
That I have always wanted to marry her
I have looked for you in every woman and in every insecurity
But you are the only certainty
And for that I love you
And for that I love you
And for that I love you
And for that I ...
 
Nanana-nanana
 
Two women, only one love that
Is the conscience that is inside me
And I don't know if sooner or later it will kill you
And I don't know if sooner or later it will kill you
 

It is not easy

I will never stop believing in dreams
I won't stop being afraid of the days that shall arrive
Because the way, in the end, I have to earn it
by myself, from zero
And the fear makes me think of how to solve the problems
change the schemes
That that bloody fate has set up, you see
I will never stop having prejudices in the confrontations of life
and of the people, like a looser
With that sense of defeat that I carry around
Always, even when I win
But above all when I see that you are far away
 
It is not easy, it is not easy
Try to imagine
Try to imagine how to live
But it is not easy, it is not easy
Because you are true and the imagination sometimes goes without saying.
I will never stop asking questions to myself
To understand if I am a man or a piece of shit
But something is worth it
Something still ignites firmly
The pride, the hope and the morality
But sometimes changing oneself is tough
Tough like one more surrender
Like a stone statue on the head and carrying it alone
 
It is not easy, it is not easy
Try to imagine
Try to imagine how to live
But it is not easy, it is not easy
Because you are true and the imagination sometimes goes without saying.
It is not easy, it is not easy
Try to imagine
Try to imagine how to live
But it is not easy, it is not easy
Because you are true and the imagination sometimes goes without saying.
 
It goes without saying
(But I will never stop, I will never stop)
It goes without saying
(But I will never stop, I will never stop)
It goes without saying
(But I will never stop, I will never stop)
It goes without saying...
 
I want to laugh meaninglessly
To live at least one intense day
To not get depressed when I think of you because, because
 
I want to laugh meaninglessly
To live at least one intense day
To not get depressed when I think of you because, because
 
I want to laugh meaninglessly
To live at least one intense day
To not get depressed when I think of you because, because
 
I want to laugh meaninglessly
To live at least one intense day
To not get depressed when I think of you because, because
It is not easy
 

It's just love

What do you want from me?
I don't feel emotions anymore when I'm near you
you look like my sister,
and crazy, crazy, crazy, this mind
does what it pleases,
but it's just love that's passing by.
 
What do you want from me?
but, how expensive is this debt I have to pay you?
in order to feel free.
And filthy, filthy, filthy is my conscience,
it's a contradiction.
It's fault of your words and my delusions,
of a decent man.
 
But I've stopped believing at this point,
that I will find
another girl like you, never!
 
If you try just for a minute to distract yourself from your fears,
it's just love passing by.
What do you want from me?
If at the end, life doesn't give you what you ask,
you try to blame me of things I don't deserve,
because it's much easier to forget,
but you won't be able to escape from your lies.
 
Your breath breaks smoothly, don't be afraid
it's just love passing by,
it's just love...
it's just love...
it's just love...
it's just love...
it's just love...
 
Just learning.

Seated to observe

You don't have, don't have
something to say.
Don't find the words
but you can hurt with your silence.
 
You remain, remain
seated to observe
It doesn't matter how immense your grief is
but how you write your name.
 
And then, the fears confuse
if the dreams you have, don't come true,
and all thoughts remain inside, inside.
 
You don't have, don't have
something to do.
You always escape, always escape
and then, you wanna come back.
 
You remain, remain
seated to observe,
but who doesn't write his story
can't decide about the end.
 
And then, the fears confuse
if the dreams you have, don't come true,
and all thoughts remain inside, inside.
 
And if reasons don't change,
the steps you walk shall erase
and all thoughts remain inside, inside.
 
And if reasons don't change,
the steps you walk shall erase
and all thoughts remain inside, inside.
 
Just learning.

A business is needed

I had some good prospects
I held back the words
and the most spontaneous impressions
(Like a guru, like Gandhi)
the village sage
who gives good advice with honour and courage
(For the village companies).
 
We should have more hospitals and less churches
So many saints, so many
But we need doctors
And the ones who get paid more are dancers on TV and football players.
 
There are people who do not eat
And for a piece of bread
risk even the slightest bit
And on the island of the famous
they don't eat for a game
If you are not as pretty as Constantino on TV
The good prospects
(There are no more).
 
And the obsessions I will have
if I go in the wrong direction to the desires I have
A business is needed
A business is needed
They tell me 'where are you going?'
They tell me to abandon all the dreams I have
A business is needed
A business is needed.
 
I had some good prospects
My father told me: 'You either study or work.
Look at the construction workers, look at the engineers,
look at those red ones, look at those black ones.'
 
'But then you decide, personality is needed,
will you be the garbageman or go to university.'
In the beginning I believed and then I wondered
Why did I listen to him and now I am a loser?
 
And the obsessions I will have
if I go in the wrong direction to the desires I have
A business is needed
A business is needed
They tell me 'where are you going?'
They tell me to abandon all the dreams I have
A business is needed
A business is needed.
 
I had some good prospects
And I do not flush them down the drain if I will not gain success
the success is personal
sometimes you don't have it, sometimes it will come to you
Depends on the love of who loves you.
 
And this is the morale you have
If you want you can listen to what I say
I am not Mr. Hyde
Against the bad manners
But I am Dr. Jekyll
Who goes to meet the retirement.
 
And the obsessions I will have
if I go in the wrong direction to the desires I have
A business is needed
A business is needed
They tell me 'where are you going?'
They tell me to abandon all the dreams I have
A business is needed
A business is needed...
 

The essence

The tended strings break up
The relations if you didn't get them
Your fear you have when you are a child
The emotions on the first step
An idea that you have always defend
The gaze of a misunderstood man
Long friendship bonded by the years
The senses break up and so do the eagerness
The friction with the world breaks up
The air who gravitate breaks up
Your anxious hands
A memory from your childhood
A thought with no way out
The legs are too hard
The breath breaks up and then come back
My heart breaks up, and it pumps shame
 
A man's essence stays the same even when the life breaks it
A man's essence lives up and then breaks down
Breaks the voice who lose bravery
And this fear who find an hug
The road taken with indecision
The story described in a song
The steps absorbed by the tiredness
The conflict breaks up with a caress
 
The chains break up
The flow flowing in the veins breaks up
A dream who stay blurry trough the years
A flower who get rarely watered
The strength you had breaks
All the rage you've been raised with
Your race who swear the goal
A soul who stay restless breaks up
Breaks up the destiny who goals if meet the human that never give up
Your limits had killed all your organs
The rhythm you feel breaks
The frustration dig among your teeths
The blinding void breaks up
The ispiration who find an artist
 
A man's essence stays the same even when the life breaks it
A man's essence lives up and then breaks down
Breaks the voice who lose bravery
And this fear who find an hug
The road taken with indecision
The story described in a song
The steps absorbed by the tiredness
The conflict breaks up with a caress
 
The bruises made by fall down everytime
The union you search with who doesn't listen to you
Your late decisions
Your belief that cross the gazes
A neutral man's honor breaks
Your will to hurt yourself
 
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
 

Meanwhile

Meanwhile, words flow by themselves
Meanwhile, people change opinion
Meanwhile it rains outside, meanwhile
Meanwhile, your clothes smell like soap
Meanwhile, in a room, passion is born
Meanwhile, I see you, in the meantime, in my version.
 
Ah, in the meantime, I write you a song
Ah, but meanwhile you are elsewhere
Ah, I made a reflection between myself and me.
Ah, in the meantime, this love.
 
Let's have breakfast
If not, I don't start the day well
We've already been awake for a bit
And I ask myself why, meanwhile, you arrived
And meanwhile, the light in the hall will change
Meanwhile, the fabrics on the balcony will also dry
And meanwhile, always in the meanwhile, fall into temptation.
 
Ah, but do you feel it or not, this emotion
Ah, it's inside a song
Ah, but I had just like the impression
Ah, that this is a great love.
 
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
Meanwhile.
 

I know everything

I know everything and the contrary of it
And one could say I am an honest man
But honesty can scare also
It depends on the form and on the procedure
 
And in this big memory of mine
I carry the weight of the secrets and of the history
I know everything but I keep it for myself
Because the power comes from knowledge, knowledge.
 
I have the answers that are worth gold
I know everything about the days of Moro
I could tell you about the boom of Ustica
Clarify the stories about plastic
 
I have the answers that travel slowly
Behind the axis Palermo Milan
I know everything about too many secrets
Behind the corners of Vatican
 
I know everything about everyone, everything
I know everything
I know everything about everyone, everything
About you, about us, about me, about you.
 
I know everything because I have been old
Since I was twenty
And I saw them falling on me
processes, intrerrogations and diseases.
 
I have the answers there, over the shelves
About the biggest Italian mass murderers
About every bullet and every bomb
I will carry it to the grave!
 
I know everything about everyone, everything
I know everything
I know everything about everyone, everything
About you, about us, about me, about you.
 
The answers that travel slowly
Behind the axis Palermo Milan
I know everything about everyone, everything
About you, about us, about me, about you
I know everything.
 
I know everything and I have never slept
And I have had the same clothes since always
I am the accomplice of a nation
Between the truth and the contradiction
The answers that wait for the right time
The answers that scare
The answers, I keep them in darkness
How true it is...
That my name is Giulio.
 
I know everything about everyone, everything
I know everything
I know everything about everyone, everything
About you, about us, about me, about you.
 
The answers that travel slowly
Behind the axis Palermo Milan
I know everything about everyone, everything
About you, about us, about me, about you
I know everything.
 
About you, about us, about me, about you
I know everything
I know everything
About you, about us, about me, about you
I know everything.
 

Solutions

Versions: #2
How can I wake up in the morning and be trustful?
How can I switch off the pain of an old burning wound?
Where can I found the strenght to get up after a fall?
How can I love my father if I never met him?
How can I explain something to someone if I don't know who I am
How can I recognize the bad one and good one?
 
We're losing losing losing losing ourselves in small talks
We're losing losing losing losing ourselves in small talks
 
How can I find the way if I'm already lost in the wood
How can I feel comfortable with strangers
What kind of value am I giving to the future If I'm late
How can a man's past be within his eyes
 
I need solutions solutions for the things I don't know
Solutions solutions solutions
Solutions solutions for everything I don't have
To breath, to sink
I'll answer, will anyone answer to all my pain
 
How can I be careless if someone insult me
It's a coward who attack first or who defend itself?
Where can I find 100 euros every morning without working too hard
How can i say 'I love you' when all I want to say is 'Fuck off'
 
I need solutions solutions for the things I don't know
Solutions solutions solutions
Solutions solutions for everything I don't have
To breath, to sink
I'll answer, will anyone answer to all my pain
 
To breath, to sink
I'll answer, will anyone answer to all my pain
 
We're losing losing losing losing ourselves in small talks
We're losing losing losing losing ourselves in small talks
 
I need solutions solutions for the things I don't know
Solutions solutions solutions
Solutions ...
 

The match

Mom I am going to the match
Mom Mom I am going I am going to the match
How beautiful is this life
How great is this love.
 
Oh, Sunday holy Sunday
I am going to the stadium even if it snows
I get up from bed and kiss my flag
I have bitterness in my mouth which returns and returns
on Saturday evening.
I go down to the street and sing the colors
of my curve and my brigade
against the police units and enemies
And for my people who have been arrested
It is my life, it is the passion
Therefore I boycott the television
It is a question of mentality
To be born to be the best because
While everything passes and goes away
This love always remains
 
Mom I am going to the match
Mom Mom I am going I am going to the match
How beautiful is this life
How great is this love.
 
The journalists terrorists
narrate of a world of bombs and thugs
The truth always comes as deviated
in order to sell only a stamped card
with a piece of highlands
DASPO warns children and the elderly
But my social history explains it
'Honour the ones who do not bend'
Under the scarf I carry the knife
Only when a brother risks his life
That sometimes gets killed
Becomes a martyr and will be chanted
It is a question of mentality
To be born to be the best because
While everything passes and goes away
This faith always remains...
 
Mom I am going to the match
Mom Mom I am going I am going to the match
How beautiful is this life
How great is this love.
 
Mom I am going to the match
Mom Mom I am going I am going to the match
My criminal record is clean
Like our tricolour
 
Oh, Mom! This evening I leave you alone!
No, Mom! I did not expect a gunshot!
 
My criminal record is clean
 
Mom I am going to the match
Mom Mom I am going I am going to the match
This life was beautiful
Like our tricolour
Like our tricolour
Like our tricolour...
 

This is gasoline

This is gasoline.
 
My lady has taken everything from me
My lady has ruined me
The government has not understood me
Petroleum has damaged me.
 
I do it for you, for her, for us
I do it for you, for her, for us
But not for me
For you, for her, for us
For all of us.
 
Gasoline to last a bit
Gasoline to continue the game
Gasoline, I ignite it and give myself fire
Gasoline, gasoline.
Gasoline I cannot take it anymore
Gasoline that increases on the television
Gasoline my sweet and little
This is gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
 
I would like to be interviewed
by Santoro or Luca Giurato
And to blow off steam on TV journal
And to tell everyone how badly I hurt
 
I do it for you, for her, for us
I do it for you, for her, for us
But not for me
For you, for her, for us
For all of us.
 
Gasoline to last a bit
Gasoline to continue the game
Gasoline, I ignite it and give myself fire
Gasoline, gasoline.
Gasoline I cannot take it anymore
Gasoline that increases on the television
Gasoline my sweet and little
This is gasoline, gasoline, gasoline
 
Damn Americans
they throw stones and then hide their hands
Damn western oil tycoons
And all little tax evaders
 
Damn Americans
they throw stones and then hide their hands
Damn western oil tycoons
They keep diverting the airplanes.
 
Damn Americans
they throw stones and then hide their hands
Damn western oil tycoons
And all little tax evaders
 

Only on one side

Is it red or black
Are you nervous or are you quiet
Diplomacy or attack
You put you feet on the ground or on the heels
Do you say no or yes
Do you choose mac or pc
The profane or the divine
Do you drink water or wine
Are you a master or a servant
Do you want it tender or nervous
Are you lucid or mad
Is it wrong, is it wrong, or is it right
Right, right, right, right.
 
If I stand on one side
I stood only on one side
I stand only on one side
I stood only on one side
 
Do you like water or fire
would you like to drown or do you swim
The way up or down
The fight or your surrender
Do you want it switched off or do I let it switched on
Are you to code or are you illegal
Intellectually active
Or dick, nightstick and badge
spontaneous, spontaneous, spontaneous, spontaneous.
 
If I stand on one side
I stood only on one side
I stand only on one side
I stood only on one side
 
If I stand on one side
I stood only on one side
I stand only on one side
I stood only on one side
 
Eternally on the line, naturally born uncertain
It seems a step the fear of getting a wrong way
This is the declaration of that guy who failed
I sell myself right as i wanted to...
 
If I stand on one side
I stood only on one side
I stand only on one side
I stood only on one side
 

Gastritis

If I could have 2.500 euro a month
I would be a more polite man
Because I wouldn't keep my budget under control anymore, no
I'm a somatized temporary worker and I sleep very little
And all I can give you is love
Just a stomachache and gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Eh, eh, eh-eh...
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want to love and hate
Somebody to amaze
Choose to exist
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want a future
Somebody to talk to
Choose to exist
Eh eh eh
Eh eh eh
Eh eh eh-eh...
 
I'd like to be invisible
as much as I want
I could arrange something
I would be a spy within the Viminale [1], yeah
I miss Bettino [2], the 80s and the DC [3]
It's not a pathetic protest but it's a outburst by
who has headache and suffers from gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Just stomachache and gastritis
Eh eh eh-eh...
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want to love and hate
Somebody to amaze
Choose to exist
 
Sorry if I'm trembling
I remind you that I love you,
that I felt good with you.
I want a future
Somebody to talk to
Choose to exist
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand [4]
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano [5]
not the politician but the human being
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano
not the politician but the human being
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano
not the politician but the human being
 
I love everything that's Italian
A fake Christian Democrat country
Which throws the stone and hides the hand
I appreciate Giorgio Napolitano
not the politician but the human being
not the politician but the human being
not the politician but the human being
 
[for the numbers in square brackets, see the section 'Author's comments' below]
 

Godinama te čekam

Moji strahovi
su propuštena milovanja,
nesigurnosti koje se vraćaju na korak od mene
izbegavajući buku.
Oni su (moji strahovi) moj otac i njegove greške
dodirnuta meta,
strahovi koje osećam
kao udaljenosti od centra.
 
Oni su (moji strahovi) ljubav koju imam u sebi
i koju ne znam da kontrolišem,
prvi dan škole jednog malog čoveka
koji se stidi da govori,
prekinute refleksije,
jednog jutra u 7
strahovi koje osećam u sebi
jesu reči nikad rečene.
 
Ti...
Ti nisi želela da mi veruješ,
godinama te čekam,
i sad ne uspevam više da dišem...
Sada je dosta,moraš odabrati,
godinama te čekam.
 
Moji strahovi,
su lažljivac koji se zaklinje,
sve stvari koje sam izgubio
imajući čvrsto držanje.
Prvi put kada sam rekao:
'trebaš mi'
Oni su (moji strahovi) ona sumnja koja ostaje sakrivena
čak i kada sam razumeo zašto,
zašto...
 
Ti...
Ti nisi želela da mi veruješ,
godinama te čekam,
i sad ne uspevam više da dišem...
Sada je dosta,moraš odabrati,
godinama te čekam.
 
Postoje stvari koje više ne uspevam da zaboravim,
to su one iste koje nikada nisam naučio da razumem,
uverenja neće uvek biti ista,
čak ni ona koja se danas čine normalnim.
Razlika između svakog čoveka je u nameri
i sada znam da mogu da izaberem.
 
Godinama te čekam,
godinama te čekam,
godinama te čekam,
godinama te čekam...
 

Eternity (My Neighbourhood)

It is eternal, the naive smile of a child.
Are eternal my words in a glass of wine.
It is eternal the root of a tree that has seen history,
a thought tainted by memory.
He is eternal, the one who's chosen to live in his own way,
my desire, peace, the war between a cat and a mouse.
It is eternal, a puff of wind while you close your eyes
and everything that gives an emotion when you touch it.
 
Wait here for a minute
and hold my hands forever
because, if I look at you, I don't believe
that, from tomorrow on, all will be changed
and we will not ever see each other
when, after all, eternity, for me it is you.
 
It's eternal, the feast they throw in my neighbourhood,
the one who jumps from the tallest peak when about to fall,
the almost stock lightness of this song,
an idea that changes the mind of so many people.
 
Wait here for a minute
and hold my hands forever
because, if I look at you, I don't believe
that, from tomorrow on, all will be changed
and we will not ever see each other
when, after all, eternity, for me it is you.
 
It's eternal, the road that leads to our discourses,
The embrace of a son for the father for his efforts.
It's eternal, life, if you're able to understand it.
He's eternal, the boy who dreams with tearful eyes,
your voice in the morning that zeroes the nightmares and the past years.
It's eternal, all this, if you can give it a sense.
I beg you now, wait.
 
Wait here for a minute
and hold my hands forever
because, if I look at you, I don't believe
that, from tomorrow on, all will be changed
and we will not ever see each other
when, after all, eternity, for me it is you.
 
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Situations of Life

I didn't believe it would have gone like this,
Maybe I'm a bit strange, but yes
Now, how are you about it?
What do you do with dreams?
The ones you had for us,
Lend them to the years you have.
Someone else will come
but he won't be like me.
Everything really mattered,
But you would have understood that are
 
Situations of life
A story that is over,
and that changed us a bit.
And like a wave in the middle of the time,
And you feel that it grows inside you
Love, it hurts us a bit.
 
Sometimes I think that it's better in this way,
But some nights I come outside your house
And you, how are you about it?
You come back to the life you had,
Where everything is normal
Are you still good at school?
But now, what do you wanna do about it
If, after all, then we ask to ourselves
How long have we not made it
But you would have understood that are
 
Situations of life,
A story that is over
and that changed us a bit.
And like a wave in the middle of the time,
And you feel that it grows inside you
Love, it hurts us a bit.
 
Situations of life,
A story that is over
and that changed us a bit.
And like a wave in the middle of the time
And you feel that it grows inside you
Love, it hurts us a bit.
 

Santa Claus exists

And while you're sleeping
The light of the room is still on
I listen to your light breath
I wonder what you're dreaming of.
 
Meanwhile you're growing up
And I'm learning something more
Among doubts and fears
I wish you were awake now.
 
To read a story of princesses and dragons
Of invincible men like me
Everytime I hold your tiny hand
 
I'm learning from you
I'm learning from you
That Captain America is great
Because thanks to him we're not afraid of falling asleep at night
I'm learning from you that the immense for me is to wait for Santa Claus.
 
Life is rushing on
And sometimes I anxiously wait
Walking on knowing that nothing comes to us by chance
I wonder if you'll be anxious when you'll be older
 
I'm learning from you
I'm learning from you
That Spider-Man flies over roofs
For a bigger purpose than the one I thought I understood
 
I'm learning from you
that for me the immense is to close the door
And to be in your world where the good guys don't die
And everything has a logical sense.
Where fantasy and fear are confused
Where the air is clear
Where life streams
Where I see myself
with smaller shoes
Where writing your name is an incredible conquest.
 
I'm learning from you
I'm learning from you
That Captain America is amazing
Because thanks to him we're not afraid of falling asleep at night
I'm learning from you that the immense for me is to wait for Santa Claus.
 

I am as I am

To be, to be, to be
To be a man even in discomfort
To be in order to be, what can I be
One as many, searching for well-being
A thief, a warrior, an acclaimed actor
A doctor, a liar in the polluted sea
A saint in the sky who isn't prayed
To be everything, to be nothing
 
To be everything, to be nothing
To be oxygen that feeds the mind
To be an old ironed dress
To be all the women I've loved or
Simply
Dog food
Dog food
Dog food
Dog food, dog food
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
For better or worse
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
For better or worse
 
I wish I were more self-confident
I wish I were more confident because
My thoughts are influenced
By a world as false as a drug addict
 
Everything, to be nothing
To be just an important memory
To be dirty, but unintentionally
To be proud of a generation or
Simply
Hand cream
Hand cream
Hand cream
Hand cream, hand cream
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
For better or worse
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
 
I'm searching for an existential balance
Psychophysical, moral
That can help me to make my dreams come true
Basically I'm really in bad shape
I can't communicate anymore
And nights are like days
Like days, like days
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
For better or worse
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
For better or worse
 
I am as I am
I am as I am
I am as I am
Man in the great hypothesis
Of something I'm not
I wonder what I am
For better or worse
 
(I'm searching for an existential balance)
For better or worse
For better or worse
(I'm searching for an existential balance)
 
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