Fuoriluogo [English translation]
Fuoriluogo [English translation]
I've always wondered what is wrong inside of me, ah
Maybe I'm wrong with my ways or my mentality, ah
I have always seen myself outdone by some recommended
Some son of a bitch and some daddy's boy, ah
Mine was happy when I got 601
I had already lost a year skullduggering
So that I came out with a nice pass and a teacher told me:
"It's just the shit that floats"
They all look fake to me at this masquerade party
But, after all, even Cinderella was a scullery maid
Life is fighting and going head to head
You are both afraid, but whoever hides that wins
And I don't feel suited to this stupid game
Situations deceive and people disappoint
It is feeling powerless, having to lower your ears
You walk back and touch the septum because seven have caught you
Stupid excuses, huh-huh
I always say
Much more than you, eh-eh
It protects me
Arrogance is armour in cold weather
Maybe there is a place in the world where even I am right
You tell me: "Are you looking at yourself? You're wrong to compare yourself to the others"
But you don't know how much I prayed to look like the others, asshole
You talk about things that can't comfort me
I still feel out of place
And you, on the other hand, seem serene and I wonder
What's wrong with me, with me
You throw me out the door and say: "You're out of range"
I intervene out of time in a silence that did not want a pause
I'm out of my mind, inside it remains the limited person
What's left of a wrong person, bro? Nothing
In this line of people I feel surplus
I come out of this place instead of coming out of my body
You want me, but I don't want it
I need a space, not a place, huh
I will learn to to keep myself calm
But I always have various paranoia in my barrel
If I stay calm, I would learn
To dress me because
Elegance is armour in cold weather
Maybe there is a place in the world where even I am right
You tell me: "Are you looking at yourself? You're wrong to compare yourself to the others"
And, yes, I will no longer pray to look like the others
You talk about things that can't comfort me
I still feel out of place
And you, on the other hand, seem serene and I wonder
What's wrong with me, with me
You talk about things that can't comfort me
I still feel out of place
And you, on the other hand, seem serene and I wonder
What's wrong with me, with me
1. reference to final mark in high school, 60 out of 100 is the bare minimum not to fail
- Artist:Ernia
- Album:Gemelli