Ballata del Dubbio pt. 3 [English translation]

They're saying "Is it still you?

Isn't he already dead?

What the fuck are you doing here?

You were wrong.

You can't repair it

Mate, you can't even pay it."

Tell me what you want, I don't care

I'd like to lay down on the seashore, but I can't.

Still girls' slaps as cold as the wind

That all 'cause I'm more hot-blooded than they

But they're saying I'm crazy

If I put my heart here in

My organ's slowly dying

On the notes I'm harassing

Making a mess, breaking my vessel

I stay surrounded by waves

The shore's far away

I'm searching for my happiness, but it's been hiding

He hits me with a stick while I can't see it

Blonde-hair girls, black-hair, red-hair, coffing, perhaps dying

Mate, I'd really give you all my veins

To make you inject everything but I can't

So waste your breath

As the man wastes his days

Walking around

We're coming in the furnaces

I'm turning into ash

So I'm getting famous

I broke my vertebras

Just to receive

Some more of that lunacy

Which is instinctive, it's my home

My mind's having a breakdown

Go away

Who promised me happiness

While I'm waiting for it under a soy-sauce-coloured sky

I share my room with my executioner

My eyes are black 'cause they look over, not 'cause I'm handsome

If I had been so I'd have been a model

And I wouldn't have broken my soul to create the songs you call "shit"

Think how's good my life

But I don't believe it, I believe in myself

I'm the best at it

Everyday, from 7am to 11 pm

Joints, beers and coffee

The Devil gives me the ingredients

I buy 20 packets

So I won't get it-less, I'm paranoic as I were a nomad

I'm an addicted

What the fuck do you want from me?

Have I asked you something?

You want me to stop it tomorrow 'cause you think I'm rubbish

You haven't seen my cortex

I'm not a tree, I'm a fortress

I let myself go on a tercet

I cry out

But I'm feeling shadowed

Who did design this shitty world?

Let me know him, I'm going to ged mad at him

I've been fighting him for 26 years

It always cheats me on the sly

So I dance with my doubts

As Kevin with his wolfs

As anxiety with its minutes

On a cliffed way

I dance with my doubts

As I used to dance with her.