Io Non Ho Paura

I think about it from afar, from another sea,
another home you don’t know.
They call it hope, but sometimes it’s just a way to say illusion.
I think about it from afar, and every time it’s like getting a little closer.
For those with a broken soul, love is blood, future, and courage.
Sometimes you dream of sailing over fields of wheat,
and in the returns, that beauty stays in one hand.
And now that you don’t respond, your thoughts make more noise in the silence.
And you from there will hear me if I scream.
I’m not afraid.
Time doesn’t wait for you.
It wounds this sweet and distrustful land.
And I’ve learned to understand the indifference that walks beside you.
But I’ve recognized in many eyes my own fears.
And waiting is that secret I wish I could teach you.
The fruit ripens, and your pain won’t hurt anymore, and now lift your gaze.
Defend your past with love.
And I from here will feel you close.
I’m not afraid.
And then letting you go from afar, giving up even on love,
as if love were something illegal.
Stopping your eyes for a moment, then shooting your destiny into the sky.
For every dream trampled, every time you believed in that sweat now soaking your back.
Embrace this wind, and you’ll feel my breath is calmer.
I’m not afraid.
Of what I can’t understand.
I’m not afraid.
Of what you can’t see.
I’m not afraid.
Of what I can’t explain.
Of what will change us.