Ti Fa Stare Bene

Hey, I need at least a reason that makes me feel good
I'm tired of dramas on TV, of complaints from depressed stars
Of the black mourning of those who have nothing but everything
Of evenings closed for the cult series, of closing series and being together, period
Warm winds blow, 20 calm ones remained
And these are crazy times, freaks with bare feet becoming fervent Nazis
They hold G8 meetings in bars, with a biscuit and cherry muffin
They are hilarious in the role of flat feet, Eddy Murphy
Sorry, I don't sleep on my Glock 17
Dreaming of bodies I wrap like a stock of cassettes
Now that I trust you like someone hitchhiking in handcuffs
I choose a choir like Mariele Ventre that always makes me feel good!

With dirty hands you make black stains
Fly on brooms like witches do
You have to do what makes you feel, you have to do what makes you feel good
Blow in bubbles with full cheeks and draw faces on serious faces
You have to do what makes you feel, you have to do what makes you feel good

Hey, I need at least a reason to lift my spirits
Before anger chokes me while pressing on the collar
It seems that the ugly evil arises spontaneously from an unresolved conflict
Let them tell that to those who collected the conflict's uranium in Kosovo
Who cares about famous diets, stripes in the sky, and banks
I no longer see shadows if I light my candle to the debunker
I don't act like your boss, covered in bandages like Tutankhamun
I don't live the midlife crisis where half goes all attached
I want to be surpassed, like a Bianchina by a supercar
Like the cellar by your super attic, like my rhyme when the moment escapes
Everyone is in a race and I slow down, until I'm out of time
Exceeding the very concept of overcoming makes me feel good!

With dirty hands you make black stains
Fly on brooms like witches do
You have to do what makes you feel, you have to do what makes you feel good
Blow in bubbles with full cheeks and draw faces on serious faces
You have to do what makes you feel, you have to do what makes you feel good

You want to feel good, feel good, you want to feel good, feel good
Save half the effort
Delete half the address book
Breathe only clean air
Walk towards the exit
It will make me feel good
You have to do what makes you feel good
You have to do what makes you feel
What makes you feel, what makes you feel good
It will make you feel good

I sing about dragons, sales, and escapes more than clichés
It will make you feel good
I snub signatures because I make music, not a parade
It will make you feel good
I am the escapee from the caged role of an engaged artist
It will make you feel good
This song is a bit too radio-friendly, who cares as long as
It will make you feel good