Quante Volte (How Many Times) feels like Vasco Rossi is thumbing through a personal diary and reading the entries out loud. Line after line he counts the moments he thought everything was over, the Mondays that forced him to start again, the dreams that slipped through his fingers, and the sweaty, 3 a.m. awakenings that revealed how much he still cared. It is a rock confession wrapped in everyday images: hang-ups about work, love, pride, and those nagging “what ifs” we all replay in our heads.
By the chorus he flips the spotlight on himself, admitting that the boredom, the empty laughs, the constant trouble are partly his own doing. Rossi isn’t begging for sympathy; he is wrestling with the reality that change begins within, even if tomorrow might not look any brighter. The song ultimately invites listeners to acknowledge mistakes, shrug off the sting of regret, and keep moving because—who knows—maybe the next “Monday” will hold something new worth counting.