Mancarsi

I said: I'll be back soon, like
Every time then I stay out until four
And I choke a Corona with lemon
Otherwise then you'll hear what I did
Like the cover, the black one
The moon is white and you act as my prism
Color me a lighter life
If I turn the bomber jacket I look like a Hare Krishna
Departing from afar with nothing
But in this world, you know, you have to make them (money, money)
But those who have too much dough around
Probably are scarecrows
Give me oxygen, make me feel off balance
Make me think that this day is not gray
Like when you find the beach from last year at the bottom of the suitcase

Do you ever think
About us, about the mistakes
About those who made fun of us
About the mood swings that cause us dramas
How disgusting to be twenty
But how beautiful it is to be afraid
The road is just a line of pencil
That makes up the eyes of the plain
Travel it all to go far
And let me make money like the rappers that we then split

With the fog the streetlights
Draw light lianas in a concrete jungle
They gave us everything, they took everything away
Then they said: Leave a comment
They said: Living is a race, so run
You'll understand only at the finish line
They gave us a heart in the middle of our legs
But without the instructions on how to use it
They gave us lead, they gave us mud
They asked us: When will you grow up?
And despite everything
We still have red eyes
Like those of white rabbits
They said: Nothing lasts forever
Except music, that remains
But luckily I met you
Who remind me of home like the bells

Do you ever think
About us, about the mistakes
About those who made fun of us
About the mood swings that cause us dramas
How disgusting to be twenty
But how beautiful it is to be afraid
The road is just a line of pencil
That makes up the eyes of the plain
But do you ever think
About the rush, the delays
About those who were left behind
And how difficult it still is to say to them: I miss you
How disgusting to have regrets
But how beautiful it is to be afraid
The road is just a line of pencil
That makes up the eyes of the plain
Travel it all to go far
And let me make money like the rappers that we then split
And let me make money like the rappers that we then split