Bottiglie rotte [English translation]

We are broken bottles on the ground

we are the night at the top of my lungs

Like the lights of the carousel

that turns around until it does not know who you are

the stars smile

between an attack and another party

( we need ) to be seen, there are people, we are lost

Ask me how you are

ask me or not, that it does the same

shine of boredom of joy and indifference

and leave your mark

Like the music that is in the head

anxiety, tests that await you

like a swastika in the toilets

between your mouth and I no longer know who you are

Beautiful as a star

between an attack and a headache

( we need ) to be seen, there are people, we are lost

ask me how are you

ask me or not that it does the same

shines of boredom of joy and indifference

ask me how are you

ask me how are you

ask me how are you

ask me how are you

shines of boredom of joy and indifference.