Ma quale musica leggera [English translation]

When I was a kid,

the world looked like

a shop window.

I imagined me on the catwalk.

I was parading

and I was the most beautiful.

"What do you want to be?"

A singer

or a dancer.

My mon always told me:

"Slow down, slow down, slow down."

With my imagination,

when I was a kid,

fom the fairy-tale realm of lemons

I imagined

to be the queen.

"What do you want to do"?

I want to take all the good and all the evil.

All the more the success is near you,

all the more you have to redo everything.

Where is the pop music?

This is heavy music.

Someone listens to it and falls in love.

Someone lives it and poison himself.

Where is the joyous audience?

Just roses and flowers on the stage.

On the backstage a huge war.

Where are winners and losers.

When I was a kid,

the world looked like

a shop window.

I felt always more important and beautiful.

I was becoming older

to hit the big time.

That's the game: put up or shut up.

All the more the goal is near you,

all the more you have to redo everything.

Where is the pop music,

where is the stroke of luck?

This is a round of blindman's bluff

on the other face of the moon.

Where is the joyous audience?

Just roses and flowers on the stage.

On the backstage a huge war.

Where are winners and losers?

Where is the pop music?

This is heavy music.

Someone listens to it and falls in love.

Someone lives it and poison himself.

Where is the joyous audience?

Just roses and flowers on the stage.

On the backstage a huge war.

Where are winners and losers?

Where are winners and losers?