SONGS ARE NOT WRITTEN
THEY ARE BORN FROM THEMSELF
THEY ARE THINGS THAT HAPPEND
EVERY DAY AROUND US
YOU JUST CAN TAKE THEM
THERE IS ONE EVEN FOR YOU
THAT COST YOU SO MUCH TO LIVE
AND NEVER SMILES
SONG ARE LIKE GYPSYS
AND THEY STEAL POETRIES
THEY ARE CHEATS LIKE PILLS
FROM THE HAPPINESS
THE SONGS DONT RECOVER
LOVERS AND DISEASES
BUT A SMALL PAIN
THAT EXISTENCE IS
IT WILL GO AWAY, IT WILL GO AWAY
IF A BOY AND A GUITAR ARE THERE
LIKE YOU, IN THE CITY
WATCHING THIS LIFE THAT DOESNT WORK
THAT KILLS US WITH ILLUTIONS
AND WITH THE AGE OF THE SONGS
IT WILL PASS OVER US
WE ALL ENDS in (banca) sonner or later (*)
WITH THE WHYS, AND THE MAYBES
AND THE ANGUISH OR A RICH POVERTY
TO TALK ABOUT THE LOVES THAT WE DON'T HAVE
SINGING A SONG THAT WE DON'T KNOW HOW IT GOES
BECAUSE YOU HAVE LOST IT INSIDE
AND YOU JUST REMEMBER IT
IT WILL GO AWAY...
IN A CAR WORLD
AND HIGH SPEED
THE ONE WHO ARRIVES LAST
THE ONE WHO SAY GOODBYE
THE ONE WHO BLINKS THE OBSTACLES
OF THE ADVERSITY
SONGS ARE (LIKE) GLOW-WORMS
THAT SING IN THE HOLE
IT WILL PASS SONNER OR LATER
THIS LITTLE PAIN THAT IS INSIDE YOU
THAT IS INSIDE ME, THAT IS INSIDE US
AND MAKE FEEL US LIKE SAILORS
ROCKS BY THE WIND AND THE NOSTALGIA
SINGING A SONG THAT WE DONT KNOW
HOW IT GOES
BUT THIS LITTLE PAIN, MAYBE HATE OR LOVE
IT WILL GO AWAY
IT WIL GO AWAY, IT WILL GO AWAY
EVEN IF YOU ONLY SING LA, LA, LA
IT WILL AWAY, IT WILL GO AWAY
AND A SONG WILL SERVE FOR SOMETHING
IF YOUR LITTLE PAIN
MAYBE HATE OR LOVE
IT WILL GO AWAY