Quei Ragazzi

You want to understand that I'm looking for something
But it's that something that doesn't look for me
You want to understand that I talk to myself
Because those who listen here now are not here

You want to understand that I hate the world
And TV makes me wonder if
If these people really believe
In the bullshit they know how to sell

You want to understand that I'm looking for some wine
But I don't expect you to drink with me
I'm absent-minded and I like to feel bad
Because I shut myself in and fly inside me

I don't know what I have
I grow inside, I don't know

We are alone in this valley of nothing
And your judgment is no longer important here
People talk about the same things
And then delude themselves into feeling grown up

I feel like the laughter silenced by the police
Like those guys who are thrown
Down at the end of a street
I feel like summer evenings, melancholy
I don't know what I have

You want to understand that I'm fed up
Of dedicating my life to who?
To these people who live in a wall
And rest when it's Monday

You want to understand that I write at night
When the moon keeps me company
It makes me feel a little less answers
But it makes me believe in this magic

I don't know what I have
I grow inside, I don't know

We are alone in this valley of nothing
And your judgment is no longer important here
People talk about the same things
And then delude themselves into feeling grown up

I feel like the laughter silenced by the police
Like those guys who are thrown
Down at the end of a street
I feel like summer evenings, melancholy
I don't know what I have
I grow inside, I don't know

I lose a comparison, but I want to live long
I am the sand that lasts in the July suitcase
I want to stay forever, not follow any trend
I want to come back victorious, laugh continuously

I want to make mistakes and fall, do things my way
I don't want advice, you look at me and tell me what's up
You who feel sure of how you want to live
Me who hates myself and yells at the mirror: Get out of me

We are alone in this valley of nothing
And your judgment is no longer important here
People talk about the same things
And then delude themselves into feeling grown up

I feel like the laughter silenced by the police
Like those guys who are thrown
Down at the end of a street
I feel like summer evenings, melancholy
I don't know what I have
I grow inside, I don't know