Vaffanculo [English translation]

If I look at myself in the mirror with all the time that has passed

I am a little bit richer, meaner, and older.

It's the bitter confession of a successful singer

maybe it's the last chance I have to be myself.

When I quit my studies to live on illusions

I was the disappointment of my parents and relatives

I was one of those dreamy teenagers

who don't want advice and give the answers between their teeth.

Fu*k you!

But music is bad, it's a snakes' pit

and for someone who makes it, how many are the failures

those people who know about music used to tell me

you have a loser's face, I am sorry, you won't work

Fu*k you!

Fu*k you!

It doesn't matter if I cried and if I suffered

this life makes everything its own way

I only discovered that as far as music is concerned

there's a big need for love.

Who knows what's true in a world of liars

you can't sing the blackness of anger with the billions

we are all conformists dressed as rebels

we are interview wolves and the youngsters are lambs

that write their pain in innocent letters

and whose religion is to believe in the singers

but one morning you find their photo in the newspaper

in that last shop-window with the desire to scream

to the world

Fu*k you!

Fu*k you!

I resign from being a fake poet

a prophet of this fan club

I don't want to teach you about life

because everyone learns by himself.

I will leave in the noise of the whistles

I will be the one to free myself

from that mad man that screams on the cd-s

about the existing need for love

enough! I feel bad

it's not fair, fu*k you!

I have discovered another face in the mirror tonight

my heart is more real than the mask I'm wearing

I am finally telling you, with all my despair

my dear worst enemy disguised as a guru:

Fu*k you!

Fu*k you!