Centoundici
Tiziano Ferro
One hundred eleven
111…is the hotel room
111…is the emergency number for those who feel alone
111…are the people who love me
111…are the people who hate me
111…is the plane ticket
111…makes the perfect number
111…is me and was me
111…a newborn baby who will sleep happily on the back of the past
And you say you get emotional about anything
A baby smiling in the dawn mist
And you say your dreams are nothing
You find them in the morning turned into paper
Between the boredom and the magic of a gloomy day
And a walk alone in the night
Passing through the difficulties of those who smile and cry
It's those like you who touch the divine
And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they don't know how to recognize you
And they will tell you that you are less sweet
Because love knows how to hide
But you...
Speak dream dance
Keep singing
Give your love endlessly
And write it believing
That they are one hundred eleven
Kilos of fantasy
And you say my song moves you
That talks a bit about sex combined with love
In its 4 minutes you listen and open your heart
And dream of feeling normal too
Among the traffic lights and smog of a gray day
And the distracted and lonely breakfast at the bar
I listen to the coded messages in my heart one morning
On the subway tracks of city angels
And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they don't know how to recognize you
And they will tell you that you are less sweet
Because love knows how to hide
But you...
Speak dream dance
Keep singing
Give your love endlessly
And write it believing
That they are one hundred eleven
Kilos of fantasy
Because if a single person can make you seem holy
You always say you want to remain a cat
And the TV that everyone drinks empty
Take your path
If others look at your face with suspicion
It's because they still know little about respect
And everyone wants to see you roll
Let them talk...
And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they don't know how to recognize you
And they will tell you that you are less sweet
Because love knows how to hide
But you...
Speak dream dance
Keep singing
Give your love endlessly
And write it believing
That they are one hundred eleven
Kilos of fantasy
