Vita da artista [English translation]

I want to sing you a life as an artist

I know you think it's different

I want to sing you of its magic world

not the appearances, but dig deeper

I want to talk you about this distracted man

that has to play the fool to convince (the others)

because for the people he's a bit (like an) animal

people don't want a normal artist

A life like this to fight with who

love you madly

or hates you

a life like this consumed on the wake

of a real hypocrisy

and there is no other way

he writes songs, paints emotions

tells people about his delusions

his gaze lost in the void to create mistery

slovenly dressed to look more real

A life like this who would ever said it

if I'd coming back, you know, I wouldn't do it again

everybody say so, with the look of the one who knows

where the truth is, but what truth

one day I saw him staring

at the horizon that borders with the sea

and he asked me "may I speak to you?"

I sat down there to listen

thus he began "you know, to be honest,

in what I said there was very little truth

it was only invention, immagination

you decide whether to call it fiction"