Il bambino che contava le stelle

One two three
One, two, one hundred
One two three
One, two, one hundred

I don't like talking
But I like to hear
I do not like studying
But I like to know
I don't like height
Yet I love flying
I have holes in my pockets
And the dreams fell here, here, here

I hoped so much to get what I want
I want to have it all but I don't want everyone on me
And sorry if I'm talking to you and showing you my back
But I can't resist tonight too, I hope to see them
Let me introduce myself, I am the child who counted the stars

One two three
One, two, one hundred
I don't want to love
But I live with my heart
I feel cold in summer
I am fire in the sea
I don't like people who watch
But he doesn't want to see
That a smile has paper
Which defeats power

I was on a street and there was a giant tree
There I stopped to fly with my mind
I had no space inside people's hearts
Life that I tightened and it tightened my choices
If I have light in my eyes it's because I have light on my skin
That light I looked up at when I counted my stars

One two three
One, two, one hundred