Spalle Al Muro

Back against the wall
When the years
Are guns against
Some wrinkles
On your skin
Thoughts take away
The place of words
Eyes down to fear
Of finding themselves alone
And the curve of your days
Is no longer uphill
Go down slowly
From memories down
They will make your steps
Seem slower
Desperately on the edge
Of all currents.
Old
They will say you're old
With all that strength in you.
Old
When it's not over
You still have a lot of life
And the soul screams
And you know it's there ...
But you're old
They'll call you old
And all your anger comes up.
Old yes
With what you have to say
You're worth nothing
You should already be dead
There's no more time
They don't give you any more...

And every pain hurts more
You save your breath
Take everything you can soon
And they will make your face
Look tired
Inexorably more blurred
For every white hair.
Old, old.
Old while your heart bursts
You must not make noise
Even if you have so much love
To give to whoever you want.
But you're old
They'll insult you old
And all your anger comes up
Old yes
And you're cut off
You and your beliefs
The new ones are better
Yours no longer work
You have no reason anymore

Old yes
With all you would do
Now that you could
You don't give up because you exist
Because you breathe.