Spalle al muro [English translation]

Your back to the wall,

when the years are guns pointed at you.

Some wrinkles on your skin.

Thoughts are taking place to words.

Downcast eyes towards the fear of ending up alone.

And the curve of your days is no longer uphill,

You’re slowly going downhill from your memories.

They will ensure that your walking look slower,

desperately on the edge of every stream.

Old man,

they will say that you are an old man,

despite all the strength that is still in you.

Old man,

Even if the game is not over, and you have so much life left,

and your soul screams it, and you know it’s there.

But you're an old man,

They will call you old man.

And all your anger builts up.

Old man, yes,

despite what you still have to say,

but you are not worth a penny,

you should already be dying,

there is no more time left.

They won't give you any more.

And each pain hurts more.

Just save your breath,

take, quickly, all you can.

They will ensure that your face look tired,

inexorably more tarnished for every white hair.

Old man,

Old man,

Old man,

While your heart is bursting, you have to make no sound,

even if you could give so much love to whomever you want.

But you're an old man.

They will insult you, old man,

with all their frenzy that you know.

An old man, yes,

and you are cut off,

you and your beliefs,

the new ones are better,

yours no longer fit,

you are no longer right.

Old man, yes,

Despite the fact you would do much more,

Now you could do it,

you don’t give up just because you are living,

just because you are breathing.