Vengo Dalla Luna

I come from the moon
that crosses the sky
and I find it inappropriate
this fear
of a different culture
that pours its madness
all over me
but it gets to the point
that when it sees me, it swerves
wants to run me over, this little lord
who boasts
of the saint stuck on his dashboard
he hasn't realized I'm willing
to be under
only when I’m fucking
(go back to your country, you’re different)
impossible, I come from the universe
I've lost my way
what do you want me to say?
you were born here
because a chick gave birth to you here
and that you’d be the best
do me a favor, buddy
there's no deal you could deserve
you're confined
but in your mental state
I’m moody
and I do whatever the hell I want
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m not active
I’m not tired
I don’t come from any nation
I, yeah, I come from the moon

I’m not strange
I’m not crazy
I’m not real
I’m not fake
I don’t bring you bad luck or good fortune
I, yeah, I’ll take you to the moon

I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come, I come

You’ve got it in for me
because I’m taking your job
because I’m taking your car
or I’m taking your girl under the moon
what do you want it to be?
it’s not my fault
if your woman’s
last name is Pompilio like Numa
you say I’m ugly
that I smell like a rat
but you’re a loser
and above all, you’re not
Paul Newman
I barely register with you
your fiction
and I piss on your show
that runs smooth like Truman
I miss my light moon
I remember one night
the stars of a flag but
it was
a hope
it was
a frontier
it was
the spring of a new era
it was
(stupid, we’ll fill you with trinkets right away
in exchange for your status as a free subject)
no
it’s an inappropriate proposal
keep your land, man
I want the moon

I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m not active
I’m not tired
I don’t come from any nation
I, yeah, I come from the moon

I’m not strange
I’m not crazy
I’m not real
I’m not fake
I don’t bring you bad luck or good fortune
I, yeah, I’ll take you to the moon

I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come, I come

It hasn’t been easy for me
to find myself here
an unexpected guest
an unwanted burden surrendered
complicit satellites that
reflect an artificial well-being
moon under which
to talk about love

warm yourself at home
in front of your TV
the truth
of your mentality
is that fiction is better
than real life
here instead it’s unpredictable
here it’s not the result
of something already written
in a book
that you’ve already read all of
I, I, I, no, I

I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come, I come, I come