Centoundici [English translation]

111... is a hotel room

111... is an emergency number for those who feel lonely

111...are the persons who love me

111...are the persons who hate me

111...is a plane ticket

111...is a perfect number

111...am I and was I

111...a newborn baby who will sleep happy on the back of the past

And you say that everything touches you:

A child that smiles, a haze of the dawn

And you say your dreams are little thing

you find them in the morning, converted into paper.

Between boredom and magic of a gloomy day

and one walk alone in the night

passing through the difficulties of those who laugh and cry

and like you touch the divine!

And they will tell you that you're not the same

Because they can't recognize you

And they'll tell you that you're less sweet

Because love is able to hide

But you...

Just talk, dream, dance

Continue to sing

Give your love without stopping

and write it (and write it...)

Believing it (believing it...)

That there are one hundred... (that there are one hundred)

and eleven

Kilos of fantasy

You say you are touched by this song of mine

That speaks a little bit about sex with love

In its 4 minutes, listen and open your heart

And dream that you also feel normal

Between traffic lights and smog of one grey day

and the breakfast in the bar distracted and alone.

I listen to coded messages of the heart, one morning

in the subway track of the city of angels

And they will tell you that you're not the same

Because they can't recognize you

And they'll tell you that you're less sweet

Because love is able to hide

But you...

Just talk, dream, dance

Continue to sing

Give your love without stopping

and write it (and write it...)

Believing it (believing it...)

That there are one hundred... (that there are one hundred)

and eleven

Kilos of fantasy

Because, if an individual can make you seem holy

you always tell him that you want to remain cat

And the TV, that everyone drinks it empty

Take your own way

If others are looking at your face with suspicion

it's because they still know little respect

And everyone wants to see you roll

Let them talk...

And they will tell you that you're not the same

Because they can't recognize you

And they'll tell you that you're less sweet

Because love is able to hide

But you...

Just talk, dream, dance

Continue to sing

Give your love without stopping

and write it (and write it...)

Believing it (believing it...)

That there are one hundred... (that there are one hundred)

and eleven

Kilos of fantasy

• Artist:Tiziano Ferro
• Album:111 (2003)