Oh, Vita!
Jovanotti
Oh, Life!
Here is not the Mississippi
And not even Atlanta
But I don't know what's in my white skin
And at 14 it made me feel like
Born in Hollis, Queens but under a false name
I have an Italian passport and a Mediterranean heart
Working class hero with spontaneous love
For a full barrel and a drunk wife
The aerospace base in the center of Aracataca
Gabo Marquez, Valentino Rossi and Happy Days
Diego Velazquez, Saturday Night Fever and Walk This Way
And when you hear the call of the forest
It's my music, it's your party
How can I
Not celebrate you, life
Oh life
Oh life
Skip skip dive
So-socialize
Rhythm mozzarella or tomato here's a pizza
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Paleolithic man of monstrous impact
I'm not a graduate but I can teach at Harvard
I improvise on time better than at the Village Vanguard
Now I'm a standard
A great classic
Quick stop, rock & roll
Mr. Fantastic if there is a god, maybe yes, maybe no, who knows
But I listen to stories willing to believe a little
That we are children of someone, the rest is all to be done
I have no roots but feet to walk
How can I
Not celebrate you, life
Oh life
Oh life
How can I
Not celebrate you, life
Oh life
Oh life
I have the flow of a jazz musician
And the mood of a bartender
Broken bones repaired by staying on track
With the water gun I rob the bank
The knight's move that opens the way
Towards checkmate
Towards revolution
A singer-songwriter with a tongue like a percussion
That beats where the tooth hurts, where people pass
Alcatraz, Razzmatazz
Precipitously
Courage, fantasy on a journey
And I touch the broken center of the wild heart
The mouth of the Orinoco, poetry, the game
I feel a warmth baby, it's the sacred fire
How can I
Not celebrate you, life
Oh life
Oh life
How can I
Not celebrate you, life
Oh life
Oh life
Boom boom boom boom
Rhythm of life
The joke of a domesticated nature
Oh well yes, well go ahead and believe you
It's all always relative as I like it
I'm not here for pleasure, for reward
But to dive from a cliff into existence
I am a migrant
I am a singer
A baker in Damascus
A distant star
A forgotten piano in a sacristy
The vanguard guarding the rear
In the time of fear I await the flowering
And if it's a female she will be called
Future
(Future)
How can I
Not celebrate you, life
Oh life
Oh life
How can I
Not celebrate you, life
Oh life
Oh life
Oh life
