From the very first shout of "Sono ancora vivo” ("I’m still alive"), Ernia launches us into a cinematic recap of every hit life has thrown at him: bullets to the face, heartbreaks that rip out the heart, even an identity change. Each blow becomes proof of his resilience. The verses sprint through late-night neighborhoods, cheap roses from Bangladeshi vendors, toxic romances, rowdy friends, luxury hotels, and seedy motels. It is a mixtape of anxiety attacks, police run-ins, cigarette brands, and hopeful dreams scribbled with a pen. No matter how gritty the scene or how heavy the loss, the hook keeps roaring back in triumph: he is still here, breathing, buzzing, vivo.
Beneath the street-wise swagger, the song is a fearless celebration of survival. Ernia suggests that feeling truly alive often arrives only after the world has tried to knock you out. By cataloging both the glamorous highs and the bruising lows, he reminds us that scars, failures, and even name changes can become badges of honor. Vivo turns pain into fuel, converting every setback into a reason to dance harder, drive farther, and love deeper. Listeners are left with an electric message: if you are still standing after the storm, you have already won—and that realization can make the heart beat louder than ever.