Il Cammino

I'm tied down...
feeling lost...
by a story...
that has no more story...
I'll miss it
like the air...
I'm ruined...
I'm spitting...
there's a value in my blood that won't fade...
maybe it's the booze
or that I don't eat
neither fruit nor veggies ever...
I'm excited just thinking
about touching her the way she likes...
with the holy father giving me a sign
make sure it stays between us

and I walk, I walk...
in my garden...
and like a little soldier...
tarataratà...

and I walk, I walk...
and run like a kid...

and I shoot at fate...
tarataratà...

I'll wander...
I'll be free...
till the last sip...
till the last hit...

I'll dance...
in balance...
till the last day...
till the next round...
I can't hurt anyone...
not even an animal...
not even...
not even a little bug

I'm slowed down, confused...
and I'm just a number...
and on TV and inflation...
I'd rather surf...
I'd rather go out to sea...
and risk staying there...
like a lighthouse out in the wind...
and the humidity...

and I walk, I walk...
in my garden...
and like a little soldier...
tarataratà...

and I walk, I walk...
and run like a kid...
and shoot at fate...
tarataratà...

I'll wander...
I'll be free...
till the last sip...
till the last hit...

I'll dance in balance...
beneath the distant eyes of our fate...

but just leave me be...
let me go...
I can't think...
of doing any harm...
not even to an animal...
not even to a little flower...
not even...
not even a little bug...