What cheerfulness
if I searched for you my whole life without finding you
without even getting the satisfaction to have you
to see you going away
What cheerfulness,
if I can't even imagine you anymore
without knowing whether to crawl or to fly
in short, I don't know where to search for you anymore
What cheerfulness,
without pretending to sleep
with your face on mine
knowing, instead, that tomorrow hi how are you
just a pat on the back...
what happiness.
What cheerfulness,
changing my face a hundred times predending to be a child
with a hospitable smile laughing singing making a mess
in short predending it's always a carnival...
Always a carnival.
With no cheerfulness
go out early in the morning
the head full of thoughts [or worries]
dodging cars, newspapers
getting at home quickly
today is like yesterday anyway
With no cheerfulness
even on trams and planes
or on an enlightened stage
bending to everyone in front of you
and they're many and knock their hands at you
With no cheerfulness
in the bed together with no peace
without nothing more to invent
Being forced to hurt each other
to then forgive each other sweetly
and continue
With cheerfulness
pretend in the end in the whole world
there's people with your same problems
and then found a night club
for out of mind, mad people and a little fool
Pretending the race is all
about healthily reaching the great end
While Andrea's already ready
with a stick and a hundred teeth
asking you to pay
For his badly-eaten meals
his stolen sleeps and his forced thefts
for being killed
fifteen times at the end of an avenue
Christmas night for fifteen years...