Un'Altra Vita

Some nights to sleep I start reading,
and instead I need moments of silence.
Sometimes even with you, and you know I care about you,
I get angry unnecessarily without a real reason.
On the roads in the morning the heavy traffic exhausts me;
I get nervous about traffic lights and stops, and in the evening I come back with special discomforts.
Tranquilizers or therapies are not needed
we need another life.
On sofas, abandoned with remote controls in hand
background stories of Dallas and The Rich Cry.
On the streets the third metro line advancing,
and cars parked in triple rows,
and in the evening I come back with boredom and tiredness.
No more exciting things or ideologies are needed
we need another life.