Non Sono Una Signora

The rush of the heart
Is already a novelty
That is behind a newspaper
Changing opinions
And the evil of the day
Is a few kilometers south
Of the dull return
Of my good morning
But it's a flight to glide
Inside the worst motel
Of this 'carretera'
Of this life-balera
It's a flight to glide
To be nailed here
Crucified to the wall
But how to remember it now
I'm not a lady
One with all the stars in life
I'm not a lady
But one for whom the war is never
Over
Oh, no, oh, no

I, who am a silver leaf
Born from a tree felled here
And who would like to chase the wind
But can't make it
Oh, what an effort
To fall a few meters away
From my misfortune
From my fear
It's a flight to glide
To be remembered here
To not know how to fly
But how to remember it now
I'm not a lady
One with all the stars in life
I'm not a lady
But one for whom the war
Is never over
I'm not a lady
One with too many scars in life
Oh, no, oh, no
I'm not a lady