Fateme Cantà [English translation]

What a day, what a day

I'm wasted, eh

I'm wasted

Waiter, gimme the wine

Let me sing

'cause I don't feel like staying with these people

who are talking to me

but aren't saying anything, eh eh eh

Let me sing

'cause I feel a bit annoyed, too, by these people

who ask me for a photo

I'd like to talk to 'em about 'em, oh oh oh

Let me sing

I'm getting crazy with too many demands

At the roll call, I need

to say that I'm not here

Eh, let me sing

for the friends I left at the parking lot

I almost feel bad

about havin' had this dirty success

which is good on stage, but kills you any other time

Let me sing

I'm not good at creating conversations

I get the moods wrong,

the tones and also the tenses

I whisper, you couldn't even hear me, eh eh eh

Let me sing

'cause at these dinners, to these dudes in a suit

I talk with gestures, I don't know their language, eh eh eh

Let me sing for that dude who doesn't have a name anymore

He lives on the road and begs for a heart

for that father who shuts his eyes

in front of his son to protect his dreams

Let me sing

for these cats who wait, awake,

for a motor to heat them up,

for the memories that break my sleep

and make me move like a madman on my bed,

a madman, a madman

• Artist:Ultimo
• Album:Colpa delle favole (2019)