My parents still see me as their little one
My friends are making me grow up too fast
even if i still hold their hands
Something is pulling me towards tomorrow
When I walk I feel a soft sadness
in old sneakers and US pants
I'd like the time to accelerate
Sometimes I'd like to throw it all in the air
Something in my heart
speaks to me about my life
between a great mystery about to begin
and my childhood which is ending
Something in my heart
is making my life crack apart
A longing, an impatience
and the fear that I might forget
Who I am
Who I am
I'd like to travel around the world
become another Ava Gardner
write with my own hand
my secret passions on the walls
know everything of those moments
that I've only ever seen in movies
and be able to come back
and cry into my mother's skirt
Something in my heart ... etc.
When I can't sleep, alone at night
alone in the sleeping city
there are voices whispering to me quietly
A story that is all mine
Something in my heart ... etc.