Senza un posto nel mondo [English translation]

I hate this town

We know that the true life is somewhere else

You make projects, you have a list of them

Then life does what it wants

There's something wrong in me

It's like I was two people

And each one hates his other

But they've in common only the doctor

Boring stuffs, you're upset if I talk to you about them

I wonder I was at a table

with the bottle on ice

Everyone's playing Jersey Shore, everyone's so outgoing

Then it's more important to be there,

Then having much fun.

Looking for an anchor

Something that would last forever

We have it all, but we don't leave anything

I wouldn't be so boring if I wasn't so lonely.

What am I doing here, what do I have to do with them?

They call me "tears" for what I tought

They call me fire for the empty I left

'Cause I love, love, love

'Cause I hate, hate, hate

'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.

We dance with lies

We live between ruins

We spend lives

Hoping for the best is left to come

Unsubstainable heavyness of appearance.

The materialism, rapping we're the cheerleaders of it

Go on, tell me I'm heavy

When I start these speeches, that "who gives a rat's!"

Where I come from it's more important to be able to take punchs than to give them.

I prefer to take them and go away

In my mind there are some guys

Dirty human beings

I prefer when God creates landscapes

In shining cars

These stage lights

that make me shine, but overshadow the others

Indulge your friends, you'll see where you'll end up

I can see you're pretending to be necessairly content.

I wouldn't be so boring if I didn't feel so lonely.

What am I doing here, what do I have to do with them?

They call me "tears" for what I tought

They call me fire for the empty I left

'Cause I love, love, love

'Cause I hate, hate, hate

'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.

The coexistence, the convenience,

but it always start "with" and it ends up "without"

To be imprisoned here, a new start

I've already had two lives and now I'm starting the third.

I'm fed up with talking about how it is, it is with you.

I'd rather talk about how it could be

Not being boring, not feeling lonely

To be good with no place in the world

They call me "tears" for what I tought

They call me fire for the empty I left

'Cause I love, love, love

'Cause I hate, hate, hate

'Cause I dedicate to life only the best of me.

'Cause I love you, love you, love you

And I hate ya, hate ya, hate ya

And you'll always always have

The best of me