I have so many questions in my head
That I'm surely going to give in to hatred
At night, I feel bad, I don't sleep, I analyze
Grew up in a parallel world
Where everything I see passing by my window
In reality is not so easy to live
I wanted to get out of it, close your shutters mom
I believe hard even if life has not given us any gifts
I talk to my dead every night, they live in my memory
I still have two, three things to do here before we meet up there

I could never imitate them
My only treasure is my dignity
The street, death are curses and the human being a calamity
I've thrown out all the demon that inhabited me
As long as my life is not vanilla
My potential is not limited
Only the sky can shelter it
Grew up in shit, they always treated me like an insect
This life is just a test and I have no answers
In front, they don't like me, I can't teach them to love
I have everything I need yet I'm looking for what I'm missing

I have so many questions in my head
That I'm surely going to give in to hatred
At night, I feel bad, I don't sleep, I analyze
Grew up in a parallel world
Where everything I see passing by my window
In reality is not so easy to live
I wanted to get out of it, close your shutters mom
I believe hard even if life has not given us any gifts
I talk to my dead every night, they live in my memory
I still have two, three things to do here before we meet up there

I'm afraid of no one, afraid of tomorrow, not of the human being and his venom
Like all of mine, I make my way
They left me nothing, no parchment
I have something to say, I don't beat around the bush
The little I have, I have it from my own two hands
And I realize that I am lucky
Yeah, I'm lucky, ah-la-la
We had nothing to start with, ah-la-la ah-la-la
I even almost swam to France, ah-la-la ah-la-la
Ah-la-la ah-la-la
Today, we feast, ah-la-la ah-la-la
Hey, so many problems we teleport
(Ish), it's raining bullets in the weather
My life in mono, I want to hear it in stereo
I lost brothers, they were my

I have so many questions in my head
That I'm surely going to give in to hatred
At night, I feel bad, I don't sleep, I analyze
Grew up in a parallel world
Where everything I see passing by my window
In reality is not so easy to live
I wanted to get out of it, close your shutters mom
I believe hard even if life has not given us any gifts
I talk to my dead every night, they live in my memory
I still have two, three things to do here before we meet up there

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