Buona fortuna [English translation]

[Verse 1]

How nice are self-inflicted wounds

I took driving lessons

To learn how to crash with more and more strenght

How nice are self-inflicted wounds

I took driving lessons

To learn how to crash with more and more strenght

As it there were a way to get hurt

In a precise point

But well dresssed

To then come back

With the same steps, but another smile

Here stones are flying and it's not rice...

[Hook]

And I preferred this moon to the sun

What smiles to me and says "Good luck!"

And don't be afraid

And my pen is fuming

Good luck!

And I believed in the words of

A song that said that

The night is still ours

But you weren't there

Good luck!

[Verse 2]

How nice are self-inflicted wounds

I took driving lessons

To learn how to crash with more and more strenght

How nice are your lessons

You who know how to be cautious

I've always preferred the dark of the night to the day

As if there were a way to be fine

As if there were a law

As if we were a herd

As if we had all the same rules

The night is ours, I slide on this roof with no tiles...

[Hook]

And I preferred this moon to the sun

What smiles to me and says "Good luck!"

And don't be afraid

And my pen is fuming

Good luck!

And I believed in the words of

A song that said that

The night is still ours

But you weren't there

Good luck to you!