I live copying yesterday
And I'm always in the middle of trouble
I live and ask you what you are
But, mirror, you never talk
I, who'll never be able to create anything
I love love but not people
I, who'll never be a god
Living, nobody ever taught us
Living, photocopying our past
Living, even if I didn't ask for it
To live, like a song that
Sleeping wrapped in cardboard
If you listened to the world
Without the sound of rain
You, who can create with your voice
You think people's thoughts
Then, of God, there's only God
Living, nobody ever taught us
Living, you can't live without a past
Living is beautiful even if you never asked
Always somebody who'll sing it
Somebody isn't enough for me
Living still looking for the great love
Living like we should never die
Living to then suddenly realize
That deep down this life, you
Living still looking for the great love
Living like we should never die
Living to then suddenly realize
That deep down this life, you