Vincerai

Fly to me butterfly fly to me
Fly to me butterfly fly to me

From the portholes of airplanes
or among the ghettos of New York
never raise your hands;
this is your world
it's your tomorrow

Play all the way
those cards that you have
without fear
in this carousel
of lies and truths
someone dies
hands like claws
and you look like cuts
an examination of the days, and then...

You will win, if you want, you will win
to find the wings that are in you
like a cliff falcon
you will always fly high
among the moods of an era
that is not fair, not sincere

Clutch your fists tightly
look ahead and you will arrive
at your goal
alone against all
very often you will remain
but this is life
ground of mysteries and fragility
minds without heart, but...

You will win, if you want, you will win
(go ahead and you will see)
to find the wings that are in you
like a cliff falcon
you will always fly high
among the moods of an era
that is not fair
not sincere