I don't know how to tell it
With the sea in the background
I write a letter on the pillow
Forgetting myself, I dream I'm a kid
My feeling was wrong
That they were all nice people
Arrogantly I find myself thinking about it
That only the bastards won
That you were more than a clown, you coward
And if it passes, I'll be here
And if it stays, I'll be here
It doesn't come back, I say, 'No'
Anyway it passes and I'll be here
I'll stay here, you won't be here
In one, two, at most three years
They loved me right or wrong
Like a winning gladiator
Then throw the body into the sea
Because dying is my best talent
I can't find virtues in me even if I look for them
You're nobody, Ulysses, you know how to blind them
Hypocrisy is your art, I admire it
I'd debate it for hours, but I've got three nights at San Siro
And if it passes, I'll be here
And if it stays, I'll be here
It doesn't come back, I say, 'No'
Anyway it passes and I'll be here
I'll stay here, you won't be here
In one, two, at most three years
We'll smash everything with our voice into a thousand pieces
While the whole world sings a song of ours
I'm yours, Rome, this love makes me a father
Like a mother watching her child triumph
And I'll tear a smile from you while you stand still and cry
And you'll feel loved after the shoves and kicks
Son, friend, angel, brother while I tremble
F*ck whoever hates us, I don't smile but I don't fear
Think of the first time you said, 'I love you'
The first time that, after a year, we hug
The first time we don't hate ourselves in the mirror
Born losers, now watch as we win
If you want, I'll be here
It's late among the liars
And if it passes, I'll be here
And if it stays, I'll be here
It doesn't come back, I say, 'No'
Anyway it passes and I'll be here
I'll stay here, you won't be here
In one, two, at most three years
And tell me what you'll do?
That you don't write songs because you don't fall in love
And if you do write them, it's with at least five other writers
Then write one yourself, a love song
But, but, but, but in the parentheses I only want to see your name as author
Then tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me
Tell me what you'll do, now that I'm back
I'm back, I'm back b*tches