I live copying out "Yesterday" and I'm always in troubles
I live and I ask to you what you are, bu you, mirror, you never speak
I, the one who will never be able to create anything, I'm in love with love but not with people
I, the one who will never be a God.
To live, no one ever taught us how to live
Living xeroxing our past
Living, even though I haven't asked to live
Is like a song that nobody will ever sing.
But if you could see the man standing in front of your door
sleeping wrapped up in a cardboard blanket
If you could listen to the world on a morning without the noise of the rain
You, the one who can create with his voice, you think what people think.
Then God is the only God.
To live, no one ever taught us how to live
Living xeroxing our past
Living, even though I haven't asked to live
Is like a song that nobody will ever sing.
Someone isn't enough for me
(Why why why why)
Living still searching for a great love
(you don't live this evening)
Living like if we will never die
(because you don't live now)
Living only to understand that at last
(Because because because because life isn't life)
you didn't live this life
I say to you "No", I say to you "Yes"
I say to you that..
I want to live