L'ultima Volta

The last time you skipped school to smell the bread
The last time you trusted the streetlights
The last time you said enough
The last time you said: Just a little more
The last time you thought: Well, now it's time to stop

The last time you turned the page
And maybe it was better to change the book
And you looked at yourself in the eyes of the last ones
To feel a little more like the first

The last time you downloaded a song from eMule
The last time you jumped without looking down

The last times don't knock on the door
The last times you feel them suddenly
And if it goes well, they leave a bitter taste in your mouth
And if it goes wrong, a scar on your face

The last time you got wet from rains not yours
And it seemed like your song but it was actually U2

The last time you kissed your mother while saying: I hate you
The last time you were close to reaching the podium
The last time you called a son of a b*tch a friend
One of those who tells you: Let's do it Roman style
When you only ordered the marinara

The last times don't knock on the door
The last times you feel them suddenly
And if it goes well, they leave a bitter taste in your mouth
And if it goes wrong, a scar on your face

And slap me
Show me how beautiful the life of the failures is, scold me
This is my war, I don't have my feet on the ground
They call me Shoefiti, wake me up

And I feel the rhythm of your breathing
Slowly starting to dance from nothing
The scent of one last time
That feels like coming home from the sea when September comes

The last time
The last time
The last times don't knock on the door
The last times you feel them suddenly
And if it goes well, they leave a bitter taste in your mouth
And if it goes wrong, a scar on your face