Ti Vorrei Dire

When the road
You take always seems uphill
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
When luck is disguised as misfortune
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
When it seems over and hope has vanished
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
I would like to tell you that everything is fine, but

You know, until a month ago I had lost hope
I searched for it in every corner of my room
By my side, I had plenty of infamous people
Now they are just black dots in the distance
I'm not talking about you because I would give you importance

But I don't give a damn about losing face
Strength lies in those who fall and rise
I'm still standing, call the ambulance
And no, I don't fear you, my son
Even if there are those who would gladly do it in my place

I'm on the riverbank waiting
Because sooner or later I'll see your corpse pass by
And words slide like on glass
Pain is like a boomerang, sooner or later it comes back to you

This is Fedez with his unpopular choices
Unaware of being fresh meat for the sharks

When the road you take always seems uphill
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
When luck is disguised as misfortune
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
When it seems over and hope has vanished
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
I would like to tell you that everything is fine, but

Ask me what I think and I'll prepare you a nice monologue
It's just you and me like in a psychologist's office
Men lie but eyes tell the truth
In this life, there are too many accounts that don't add up

The more you ask for help, the less anyone comes
I think you're doomed like a puff of smoke
Who knows the taste of shit and who only knows the scent
Anger rises like the hunger of the fasting

Here new stories mix with the old ones
And the further I go, the more my ears ring
At least you still have time, please then save yourself
But before you go, fix the mirror and look at yourself

And the state doesn't want to invade your privacy
But it puts cameras behind every corner
Because the truth is that every Saturday
Everyone is a slave to dust like mites

When the road
You take always seems uphill
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
When luck is disguised as misfortune
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
When it seems over and hope has vanished
I would like to tell you that everything is fine
I would like to tell you that everything is fine, but