Come un sasso [English translation]

(like a stone that)

(the water pulls down)

(where you would want to, I never go)

At 16 years hope has already abandoned me

Flunked at itis at San Donato

I wanted to be a deejay at the radio

Here I put on an overall, they make me be a worker

File, lathe, oscilloscope

Here I don't learn how to program a video game

In the afternoon I clean with my neighbor

Mine (my parents) are proud but in town

They already call me street-sweeper

I have the wrecked motor scooter

Of my cousin

No one waits for me

They have a salary of 50

They have the motorcycle, the girl, the company

I play alone on the construction site of the overpass

And like a stone

I fall down on the periphery

(like a stone that)

And I write another song

(the water pulls down)

While I let myself fall

(like a stone that)

And I don't want to know

(the water pulls down)

Nobody can understand me

(like a stone that)

Just another one equal to myself

(the water pulls down)

Just another one equal to myself

(where you would want to, I never go)

24 years, I make records to get by

No one believed in it

Now it's a national case but for me this success

Is just to make them pay, like the cutest girl of the school

That now wants to do me

I act like a fool, I do the glamour girls

The new monkey in their showcases

But inside I am in mourning even if I have everything

I have returned to my bully and I said to him "ugly"

But my friends are arguing

About the first turn for the bathroom to wash away

A little bit of mud, people are on my case

And they don't stay close to me anymore, and they say: he's big-headed, he sold himself, he is changing

Only my mom knows well who Alessandro is

And I can't sleep with the para(noia)

About being like a mouse for a little bit of cheese

I take some drops and collapse

Without dreams like a stone.

They repeated stay calm

A little bit more controlled

Or you'll reach 30 years and they will have forgotten you

But shout: you're the boss, in the line at the supermarket,

the lady, the attendant at the gas station and even the immigrant

I haven't burned all my money and my neurons

Thanks to the sacrifice of my parents

That haven't spoiled me like so many have

And nowadays they have their children at home till 40 years old

I will never end up like Kurt Cobain

Music doesn't kill me, I kill it

You are surprised if you're son takes me as an example

I speak his language and with you rests silence

He doesn't read your paper, he doesn't care about the party

For this I stay a myth* even where they have banned me

I become his weapon, his dream of redemption

He shoots me, I break you like a stone

Hey! 2009!

J-AX, still hard uncle

Still hard uncle...

Like a stone!

• Artist:J-Ax
• Album:Deca Dance (2009)