Nuvole in testa

I carefully kept the last things remaining
From the move I made before you arrived
Closed boxes, some I haven't even opened
Inside there are parts I'm afraid to lose

I have the paper where I wrote what I've been
The pen with which I wrote that I would wait for you
It's good to laugh without thinking too much
That's the talent I try to have

I have clouds in my head to form my sky
If you don't know what I'm talking about, sit down and I'll explain it to you
I have the keys of a piano to show my ego
But that's not who I am and not who I was

It's always appearance that ultimately matters
You judge the sea by a stupid wave
Sometimes I sit at dawn on my roof
And I shout in the face of this world
You don't know what I have inside
You don't know what I have inside

I took the tricks and tried to become someone else
Leaving my problems behind with this new leap
But then I jumped and next to me I still had my memories
I screamed against God: Please, if you exist, answer

I found myself only on a stage
Then I came back home and the body belonged to someone else
The mirror has the talent to speak to you
If you look at it and admit that you can't fly anymore

I have clouds in my head to form my sky
If you don't know what I'm talking about, sit down and I'll explain it to you
I have the keys of a piano to show my ego
But that's not who I am and not who I was

It's always appearance that ultimately matters
You judge the sea by a stupid wave
Sometimes I sit at dawn on my roof
I shout in the face of this world
You don't know what I have inside
You don't know what I have inside

What's the point of us talking without ever touching each other's hearts
People only live if they remember they die
You ask me what I believe in
I believe in this moment
You ask me why I tremble
Because inside I have the wind

You don't know what I have inside
You don't know what I have inside
You don't know what I have inside
You don't know what I have inside

You don't know what I have inside