Nainana, nana nana
Na na

If I could tell you
How many times I wanted to die
How many times walking on the edge
I've been, I've come close
To the hell
Of the mind
That hell
That really exists
If I could tell you
How many times I cried to understand
How many times I was on the verge
Of letting myself go
To the hell
Of the mind
That hell
That really exists, really exists

If I could really tell you
The habits of which
I'm not proud
The melancholies, the nostalgias
Even the regrets
For the things that if I had now
Still here in front of me
I would do them
Exactly like this
Yes
Same mistakes, same passions
And the same disappointments, yes

If I could tell you
How many times I wanted to risk
On one side the mental balance
And on the other to fly
Over the hell
Of the mind
That hell
That really exists, really exists

If I could really tell you
The habits of which
I'm not proud
The melancholies, the nostalgias
Even the regrets
For the things that if I had now
Still here in front of me
I would do them
Exactly like this
Yes
Same mistakes, same passions
And the same, same, same disappointments, yes

Living to love
Living to dream
Living to risk
And living to become
Living for now
Living anyway
Living by mistake
And living with passion
Living only
Living continuously
Living without memory
And without regret
Dararara
Without regret
Dararara
Without regret
Dararara
Without regret

If I could tell you

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