My dad came back in the evening
And he was strong when he was in the mood
Yeah, I remember this well
My dad was one of many
But he was my hero when he smiled at me
And then, I don't remember anymore
After twenty years from the land of memories
They call me (they call me)
Splitting the silence in two
With a ring of the phone
How's it going, Gianluca?
Will you come to my funeral or not
And I didn't speak anymore
My tears are sincere
But there's someone who won't
And among those who fake grief
Because whoever has too much freedom
When it hurts, really hurts
They're knives falling from the sky
They make even the toughest man bleed
Even though I grew up alone
Yeah, and you know, my way
I sing you this song now
So you know I still love you
And for the rest let everyone judge themselves
Do you remember when I told you
That life settles up with the past
Right when you're out of breath
And whoever knows the truth
Tell me why I struggle to lift my fingers
Oh, to stop playing
When the music is over
Is this what I have to learn from you?
Maybe you didn't want to or did you teach me?
Don't make chords with memories
When you're out of breath