Vaffanculo

If I look at myself in the mirror
With the time that has passed
I'm just a bit richer
Meaner and older
It's the bitter confession
Of a successful singer
Maybe it's the last chance
I have to be myself
When I stopped studying
To live off illusions
I was the disappointment
Of relatives and parents
I was one of those children
Dreamy teenagers
Who don't want advice
And answer under their breath
Fuck off Fuck off

But music is mean
It's a pit of snakes
And for one who makes it
How many failures are there
Those people told me
Who know about songs
You have the face of a loser
I'm sorry it doesn't work
Masini Fuck off
Fuck off Fuck off

It doesn't matter if I cried and suffered
This life does everything on its own
In music I only discovered
The need for love that exists
Who knows what is true
In a world of liars
You can't sing about the black
Of anger with billions
We are all conformists
Disguised as rebels
We are interview wolves
And the boys are lambs
Who write you their pain
In innocent letters
And their religion
Is to believe in singers
But you find them one morning
With their photo in the newspaper
In that last showcase
With the desire to shout
To the world Fuck off
Fuck off Fuck off

I resign as a fake poet
As a prophet of this Fan's Club
I don't want to teach you life
Because everyone learns it on their own
I will leave in the noise of boos
I will be the one to free you from me
From that madman who screams in the records
The need for love that exists
Enough now I feel bad
It's not fair Fuck off

In the mirror tonight
I discovered another face
My soul is truer
Than the mask I wear
Finally I tell you
With my desperation
My dearest worst enemy
Disguised as a saint
Fuck off Fuck off
Fuck off Fuck off