Le solite paure

Life is strange
Life is a bitch
But one day you take her to bed and then you discover that she loves you
And as much as I've sweated
To be where I am
A river is not enough to extinguish this fire inside me

And I hoped
I knew
I knew I would win and even now I babble
Happy even if rejected
And I have
Short breath sometimes in the evening
But I believe it's related to how much one hopes

And she listens to me
Naked from eyes to heart
I, who with the keys of this piano have always made love
She is jealous of how much I play in the evening, but the piano was here
When the rest of the world wasn't

I don't know where I'll go
But if it snows, I'll leave
Sometimes I just want to keep them to myself
The usual fears to live with

Sometimes it's strange
But it's like I don't deserve to have what I have
To feel that it can be enough for me
I believe this music has certainly blessed me
But it has made every drop able to pierce my roof
Maybe a writer desires a lack
Wants to take from his life to give to his pen

It's funny
To sacrifice days to be able to write
It makes you cry
To see you tired of this game that starts from my character

But when I tell you that I exist for this
I mean I have a mission
That I live and write for this
And I know well
I should have a life too
But I chose to use mine to create a collective one

I don't know where I'll go
But if it snows, I'll leave
Sometimes I just want to keep them to myself
The usual fears to live with

And I know well
I should have a life too
But I chose to use mine to create a collective one