Giorni Matti

Hey!
I've stopped asking myself why certain things happen a long time ago
some consciences don't wash away
what's a magical world?
God knows if I want a break
I leave the car on the road
and I go away like Michael Douglas
the people I have behind me are even worse off
I turn around, look them in the face, I read it
I protect,
I'm the defender of the team,
does life pay off?
I bought myself a radar
if I refuse I discover it has a different smell
the same menu
but a worse taste
taboo
that make Italy a world of its own
make me prefer falafel to cream puffs (I know!)
I have my head in the worlds of accounts
work deadlines that bypass bridges
I have a vacation in a room
is that enough for me?
waves and countryside scents in a box
this is the destiny I have fresh
I grow
but I don't accept surprises from behind
and I have a concept:
never lose your temper (never man!)
like a boy in love with his head on his shoulders...

CHORUS

APE:
I live life with my tears
moments when maybe I shouldn't be there
I enjoy the scraps of perspectives without getting involved
you can get used to it or leave it
aiming for other shores other paths to throw yourself on
no illusions about what to do
it's ridiculous to discount in this world where it's impossible to navigate
maybe it's time to resign
so far there are still those who have hopes to cling to
day by day
life more and more aggressive calls you to report crushing every alternative
suddenly I realize all the years gone by
the few concrete results and all the wasted days
day by day
life more and more aggressive calls you to report crushing every alternative
suddenly I realize all the years gone by
the few concrete results and all the wasted days
my apathy regresses into illness
undermines my autonomy mixing madness with nostalgia
it's a blues that gives visions like John Nash
a mix of insights concrete realities and strange flashbacks
without certainties rough movements
I refuse outright to get lost in these thick plots
without answers to possible enigmas
I remain here fighting face to face with my limits...

CHORUS

ZAMPA:
Hey Bax, you know what I say?
this world is sinking
love has lost the battle and fled
you see it
the hatred that's there
from anxiety to stress
can't save us
not even Superman!
(because!)
it's a day of ordinary madness
on the street who shoots who rants who defames and who cheats
it's a reality too stingy
and whoever lives it learns
that kindness is the rarest commodity
and every dog you know aims the same
wants fame and success
looks for access keys
and now,
that I find myself oppressed
I can't find a connection
and above a beat I confess
I have to try to stay a little more clear-headed, bro!
don't drown in this too murky sea, no!
at the cost of seeming stupid
I'll try right away
to investigate what I doubt!
nana!
we're left with just a few of us
among a thousand rats
breaking your agreements
we still roam among the broken
lost in the struggles
prisoners of these crazy days...