La Stazione Dei Ricordi

I have a heart that flies and feels light
I've hit life hard in the face
And I've been doing it my whole life
I never feel suited
In these indifferent contexts
I laugh, I look at my flaws as if they were perfect
If I had my father's eyes, I would try to reason
But I was born with the desire to excel
And the need to fly
You said close your eyes, don't think about it
But people like me
Close their eyes only to distance themselves
Distance themselves from what?
Because it's always the same story here
You feel like changing
And those who are no longer here change
I remember nights in a parking lot
Empty beers on the dashboard
We talked, yes
But never paid a bill
We are the ones without excuses
With the past in flames
The ones who talk to everyone
But it's nothing important
That beautiful things
Are inside and deserve stars
We are all Giusy
Just changing the skin inside
I could sing for a hundred years and say the same things
And it's not monotony
It's my personal refuge
Don't ask me anything
Tonight is good
Bring some of your memories
And mix them together afterwards
I would like to talk about her too
But without exaggerating
Because the sky is watching us
And we're ants at the mercy of a dog-eat-dog world
Then all you need is two blue eyes and everything comes back
The heart returns
To its place where there is warmth
I wanted to sing
But only what I had inside
I feel the more empty I feel
The more I fill up inside
I remember there on the terrace
Fifth floor, above everyone
Spending nights in rooms where you can't see everyone well
And with your hand, and with your hand
And with your hand you move the smoke that burns your eyes
Feeling like the last ones but smiling at those who also passed by today
Mom, mom, mom
I've disappointed you so many times
It's not victimhood
I saw you cry
And I curse the day you stopped seeing me
When you came back from work and there was that silence
And the teachers who yelled at you
His son is rotten inside
But what do they know
What does everyone know
I've lived my life only
Through my tastes
And I'll pay a bill in ten years
Or maybe even tomorrow
But the winner is the one who wakes up
Lives, dies, and hopes
Always within their hands