Naturalmente strano [English translation]

I strive to pretend

that everything's alright, that everything's working

in the meantime, in order not to make mistakes

I wake up and sing...

something tells me I'd better

take care of myself...

instead there's nothing I can do

I'm troubled by the world, too

I follow people

I make their suffering a part of myself...

I replace the locks,

but this heart keeps flying away

I live my constant being on the run with dignity

but just in time I go back into the choir1

waiting for...

the night to fall

because the night resembles me

it's very warm

it's also not a liar

Without a label

I pry wherever I want...

I waste my life, though I'm not in a hurry

I refuse the uniforms

the temptations of advertisements

I have lunch with black people, dinner with red people

I get engaged with whomever I want...

I'm strange

maybe that's why I'm more human, yep

I'm strange

if you want to know what it feels like...

jump on the train...

It's a warmed broth

a faded desire, a picture

that's why no one dares nor improvises

they let their dream fall

into the great ocean of the conspiracy of silence

about being human

I feel ashamed, it's the truth

at least being strange

is becoming a quality

A natural child

some contradictions are no big deal

when I still think with my own brain

when what I have inside

will never be taken away by anyone

and misery is the price

paid by those without fantasy...

I'm strange

Maybe that's why I'm more human, yep

I'm strange

if you want to know what it feels like... jump on the train...

I belong to everyone and no one

I'm rock and prairie

I have no limit, no timetable

I don't know what hatred is

I lose and find myself

old and new, never used

I fade and I recolor

I'm the other half of myself... strange...

strange...

(Choir) strange...

(Choir) strange...

Stay away from me... stay away from me... stay away from me...

I'm so strange... I'm so strange... I'm so strange...

Stay away from me... stay away from me... stay away from me...

I'm strange... I'm strange... I'm strange...

strange... strange... strange...

1. This refers to the Italian idiom "Fuori dal coro" ("Out of the choir") which means "Not following trends". Here, going back into the choir means "Resuming to follow trends".