Errori [Italian translation]

Like small change on the table of a bar

Like pills of anguish before changing city

These old creditors that follow me

Since 38 calendars, I know them

They are my mistakes, that I would not do again

I payed them high, as rare objects

And now they are mine, now they are mine

Till you don't hit your teeth to a concrete of a farewell

Till you don't deal with, you use the postponement art

But in a world that measures virtue with meter

I prefer fear, I prefer

Who makes more mistakes, like God,

Who made us equal, but in four colors

Tell me what is mine

Who does not admit mistakes, later we don't know

Does not make wars, does not make horrors

That world will pay ...

I've had dreams, faux myths, money drop into the bonfire

But my favorite mistakes are those I will make

My mistakes, if you allow, are my fucking businesses

And you, girl, with your comfit maybe you'll remain

You'll remain, here

Dreaming mistakes till the eternity

Beating walls, to come out

From this reality

Now I'm even, that's all I have [Now I'm even ...]

They are my mistakes, those made yesterday

And those I'll make, those I'll make