Fateme Cantà

What a day, what a day
I'm destroyed, yeah, I'm destroyed
Waiter, bring me the wine

Let me sing
I don't feel like being with these people
Who talk to me
But say nothing, yeah
Let me sing
I even feel a bit annoyed
By these people asking for a photo
I would like to talk about them, oh oh oh
Let me sing
I'm going crazy with too many demands
I need to say
That I'm absent
And, let me sing
For the friends I left in the parking lot
I almost feel guilty
For having had this dirty success
Where a friend on stage kills you in the rest, oh oh
Let me sing
I'm not good at making up speeches
I make mistakes
In manners, tones, even timing
I speak so softly you wouldn't even hear me, yeah
Let me sing
At these dinners with these guys in suits
I speak with gestures, I don't know their language, yeah
Yeah, let me sing
For that guy who no longer has a name
He's on the street, begging for a heart
For that father who squints his eyes
In front of his son to protect his dreams, oh
Let me sing
For the cats waiting awake
For a warm engine to keep them cozy
For the memories that break my sleep
And make me toss and turn in bed like a madman
A madman, a madman