“La Fine” catapults us into a restless road movie inside Måneskin’s head. The singer wakes up a year older, suitcase in hand, still exhausted and wandering like a “pazzo.” He has tasted the mud, cheap food, insults, and the dizzying high of being treated like a saint one minute and a criminal the next. The chorus warns, “Sappi che non è l’inizio, è la fine” – when the crowd finally adores you, that is not a fresh start but the moment everything begins to crumble. Even the most beautiful rose hides its thorns.
The song is a raw manifesto about refusing false happy endings. Success, money, and approval feel empty, so the only escape is to break from the pack, dig until your fingers bleed, and choose whether to leave or rot. Between pounding guitars and urgent vocals, Måneskin urges us to stop drifting “where the wind blows,” find our own light before it all goes dark, and keep running until we discover a reason worth living for. In short, “La Fine” turns the glamor of rock stardom inside out and shouts that real freedom often begins right at the edge of the end.