Per Me is Fabrizio Moro’s gritty self-portrait of survival. He strings together images of a life spent sprinting like prey, dodging the cold wind, and working blue-collar jobs that leave him scrubbing the same bathroom for hours. Each line feels like another scar turned into a lyric: iron shoes that weigh him down yet keep him standing, a dream so huge it hardly fits inside a shapeless box, and the “blood of a Christ” who hangs on a cross but refuses to be nailed. In other words, the song is a catalog of hardships that somehow double as trophies.
Yet underneath all the rough edges runs a stubborn current of hope. Moro repeats, “È la vita che va” (“It’s life that goes on”), reminding us that every minute can feel like an entire lifetime, but the clock keeps ticking anyway. He fights prejudice with spit, gambles his health on bad habits, and still finds the energy to write songs and fall in love. Per Me celebrates resilience: even when life feels like a broken bulldozer or a box of burned-out cardboard, it keeps rolling forward—and so do we.