Alla Mia Età

I'm a big fake while pretending to be happy
you're the big skeptic while pretending sympathy
down like an earthquake in a desert that
collapses everything and I'm dead
and no one noticed
everyone knows that in case of danger
only those who can fly well are saved
so if you exclude aviators, falcons,
clouds, planes, eagles, and angels... you remain
and I wonder... what will you do?
That no one will come to save you
Congratulations for the champion life
insults for missing a penalty

And I feel like someone who knows how to cry
still at my age
And I always thank those who know how to cry
at night at my age
And my life that has given me so much
love, joy, pain, everything
but thanks to those who always forgive
at my age

Of course, it has never been easy
I observed life as a blind person does
because what is said can hurt
but what is written can
hurt to death

And I feel like someone who knows how to cry
still at my age
And I always thank those who know how to cry
at night at my age
And my life that has given me so much
love, joy, pain, everything
but thanks to those who always forgive
at my age

And may life give you what you need, I hope
that you will cry for ugly things and beautiful things, I hope
without resentment, may your fears become cures
and the missed joy then becomes love even if
and because only the chaos of rhetoric
confuses gestures and words, modifies them and
and because God suggested to me that I have forgiven you
and what he says...
... must be listened to.
At night at my age
at night at my age...