Comunicare [English translation]

But I don't understand anything

I'm still a child

With my head full

My eyes were lent by my brother, from China, ten years before

and ten years ago

It was all here

It was all here

I have an aunt born in Angola

I met her on the train

She told me “wash your hands to save the world,

Tidy your room if you want to make a revolution,

if your heart feels like exploding then put it in action”

But I want to get out of here

Anywhere

but where, I don't know yet

And I'm screaming for help

And I smile for not much

A voice tells “you shall help yourself” 'cause the others won't listen

My cousin is dark-skinned

She's so beautiful that looking at her almost scares me

I'm always a bit scared

Yes, I should take a treatment

My friends already know, my self-esteem doesn't last long

I want to ride a tricycle to go up to Milan

I want to hurtle on a bike as if it's an airplane

Speed

We crash inevitably

Or by will

And each time we lose a bit of dignity

I met you and you were eating pizza in the morning

You proposed to me, you smelled a bit of nicotine

If I had a daughter she'd have been cute

You said you'd have called her Argentina

But every love story has been a failure

I hanged up maps of America in my apartment

but I always end up on the ground

or on the floor

If I am not flying then what the fuck am I doing?

I hear nine languages since I was born

But still I didn't understand it

To communicate

la la la la bla bla bla

Never succedeing in being understood over loud music

How beautiful is it to breathe

To communicate

Staying silent to listen all of what you'd want to tell me

Yes, to communicate

Nothing like travelling

Mother, there's a mess even on Saturdays on the highway

I never went to the discotheque to dance

Because all you can do is to neck

or you need it to cry a lot

And to not being seen

Tears seem beautiful

They look like glitter

They look like stars

Ask yourself in which language you want to dream

I'd tell you about the one in which it's useless to talk

When we broke up I recorded a love song

But I wanted to puke

To puke

The whole sea

The whole sea

I don't want to go to Ibiza anymore (it's overrated)

To communicate

La la la la bla bla bla

Never succedeing in being understood over loud music

How beautiful is it to breathe

To communicate

Staying silent to listen all of what you'd want to tell me

That everything is fixable

That is, what I want to listen

• Artist:Francesca Michielin
• Album:2640