Cosa resterà [English translation]

I wanted to be born without worries,

without panic attacks when I think too much,

I wanted to run faster than other people,

as if to prove that I could do it twice as much.

I wanted to tell you that I would wait for you here,

I wanted to tell it to you, but no, I didn’t,

and I stay here, alone with my pride that kills

what I want, knowing it’s bullshit.

I just wanted to be part of a group,

feeling myself accepted in everything, like you,

but then I started doing drugs really badly,

I came home smashed,

yelling into my pillow

to hide my scream, and no!,

I won’t tell you what I feel, no!

My lyrics feel it

in my pen, because

just grab a beer and sit down, and I’ll tell you about me,

about how I escape when faced with a problem,

it’s not that I’m not a man, but sometimes I’d like to be someone else,

I spent so many nights sleepless for my music,

I slept at my desk, dreaming of a unique life,

one of those that you wake up and realize you’re not alone,

that what you shout, too many people are doing it all together,

just tell those assholes that I won’t be satisfied with it,

that I have ambitions too high to keep still,

I cry, I laugh, I just shout,

I try to convince myself that everything passes,

I tell you my story as if it was just mine,

I still open my eyes wide when I enter a gallery.

And no, I won’t tell what I feel, no,

we’re not made to be alone,

maybe that’s the only reason why we’re still here,

and no, I won’t tell what I feel, no,

we’re not made to be alone,

tell me what will be left.

I don’t give a damn if I lack morals,

even though I have other girls it doesn’t mean I don’t care about you,

I know I’m a bit of an egocentric if I talk about me,

let me be, if you are looking for another cliché affair.

I’m not an experienced man, I’m a man who lives1

who forget about everything but still remembers a couple of rhymes,

I stop to smell a new book,

which then I can’t finish because I grow tired of everything.

I’m not the one for you, I’m not the one for them,

I’m not the one to live you nor to be alone.

I have more jewels than you but less style,

I was convinced that being on the streets wouldn’t change me,

but life is not a movie, there’s no happy ending,

no twist in the plot, nobody splits

the part where you see your mother smiling

or the one in which you hold on a memory made of thorns.

I, I cry, I laugh, I just shout,

I try to convince myself that everything passes,

I tell you my story as if it was just mine,

I still open my eyes wide when I enter a gallery.

And no, I won’t tell what I feel, no,

we’re not made to be alone,

maybe that’s the only reason why we’re still here,

and no, I won’t tell what I feel, no,

we’re not made to be alone,

maybe that’s the only reason that will separate us, and no.

But no other girl is like you, like you, like.

But no other boy is like you, like you, like.

I know you’re like me, like me, like.

That no other girl is like you, and no.But no other girl is like you, like you, like.

But no other boy is like you, like you, like.

I know you’re like me.

Tell me what will be left.

1. vissuto {lived} = experienced.

che vive = living, who lives.