Vengo dalla luna

I come, I come, I come

I come from the moon that crosses the sky
And I find it inappropriate to fear a different culture
That pours its perverse madness on me
And it reaches the point that when it sees me, it swerves

And wants to put me down, this little lord
Who boasts of the saint attached to the dashboard
And hasn't understood that I'm willing, man
To be underneath, man
Maybe not even when I fuck, yeah, man

But go back to your country, you're different
It's impossible, I come from the universe
Because I've lost my course, what do you want me to say?
Friend, you were born here because a pussy gave birth to you

In what would you be better? Do me a favor, buddy
There's no deal here that you deserve
You're confined, but in your mental state
I'm lunatic and I practice wherever the hell I want

I'm not black, I'm not white
I'm not active, I'm not tired
I don't come from any nation
But I, yes, I take you to the moon

I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I, I, I and you

You're mad at me because I fuck your job
Because I fuck your car
Or I fuck the girl under the moon
But what do you want it to be, it's not my fault
If your woman's last name is Pompilio like Numa

Hey, you say I'm ugly, that I stink like a rat
Friend, you're a lowlife and above all you're not Paul Newman
And it doesn't touch me that your fiction grazes me
And I piss on your show that runs smooth like Truman

Hey, I miss my light moon
I remember one evening, the stars of a flag, but it was
A hope was, a frontier was
The spring of a new era, was, was

Stupid, we fill you with trinkets right away
In exchange for your status as a free subject
No! It's an inappropriate proposal
Keep the earth, man, I want the moon

I'm not sane, I'm not crazy
I'm not true, I'm not false
I don't bring you luck or misfortune
But I, yes, I take you to the moon

I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
But I, I, I

(It's Måneskin, yeah)

It wasn't easy for me to find myself here
I was an unexpected guest, unwanted weight surrendered
To the complicit satellites that
Reflect an artificial well-being, yes artificial, hey
Moon under which to talk about love

You warm up at home in front of your TV
The truth in your mentality
Is that fiction is better than real life
Which is unpredictable instead
It's not the result of something already written
In a book you've already read all
But I, I, I no, I, I, I

I come from the moon
But I come from the moon
I come from the moon
I come from the moon