At a quarter past eight on an August Wednesday
I'm finally leaving this place
After thirty years locked up on Asinara
What's a few hours in a coffin
Because in the end a coffin's not such a bad place
You just need to know yourself and be able to settle
And in that, humbly
I've always been great
Because to live I don't need anything, just
I told you: 'sooner or later I'll screw you all!'
They laughed, they thought I was kidding
'Nobody ever leaves here standing up'
As if that could discourage me
And then over time they saw me waste away little by little
I lost the weight, I lost my teeth, I look like a rat
I gnawed every moment of life I'd been given
And I nurtured my sweetest far-fetched plans
And the others always protesting, avenging some wrong
They told me, disgusted, 'you're virtually dead!'
Your mouth's only good for breathing
I thought: 'isn't that the trick? inhale, exhale'
Inhale, exhale: that's what I can do
And when I'm lucky I feel the sea's dampness
I know death, and if it hasn't beaten me yet
It's because I've spent a lifetime living just for one hour