Einstein

It's all a matter of patience
Finding everything right away or doing without
But look, it's not an addiction
It happens to me sometimes
I think of you while I sing
I listen to the songs of the moment
The originality of the dream of a talent like
(This morning I woke up and tore
What are you doing in my bed this morning, beautiful lady)
And I look at myself, as long as it works, like a prisoner
I head towards the bed, lost in thought
Like Marco Castoldi claims to go
To every funeral
And I sleep little, I sleep badly (and tomorrow seems like yesterday)
Among thoughts it's a shipwreck (you will always be what you were)
I open my eyes, look at the wall, a cemetery of mosquitoes
Hallucinations and then he appears
And then he appears (who is that appears?)
Einstein telling me "everything is relative"
Your fixed point has no reason
Einstein telling me "what the fuck are you doing, Francesco"
I try, I try, I try and sooner or later I succeed
I succeed (it's all relative)
But are you there or are you pretending (it's relative, you see)
Everything is relative
Devotees are the sanctuary of appearance
Licking the ass of the guilty, resisting
If you look in the mirror you see what you want
Indians and cowboys, yes but from your countries
The light that illuminates the party
Comes from a star on the left or right
In the middle of the road that has darkened
I fell in love, I feel enlightened
And I gladly look at Django
The postman plays
I go towards the sea but I'm an alpine
Who just wants to climb the Andes to forget
How deep this sea is
You better breathe
Than go home without a route
Be careful, there's no turning back
It's better to continue nodding with this face
Or dreaming with the soul
You are the one who's worth it
Einstein telling me "everything is relative"
Your fixed point has no reason
Einstein telling me "what the fuck are you doing, Francesco"
I try, I try, I try and sooner or later I succeed
I succeed (it's all relative)
But are you there or are you pretending (it's relative, you see)
Everything is relative
But are you there or are you pretending
Everything is relative
The world is hanging from the sky
And gravity weighs down
Falling, I rise
Everything is relative
The world is hanging from the sky
And gravity weighs down
Falling, I rise