Gli angeli [English translation]

What you get to feel

can't be explained here

you get a surprise

that you can't even imagine

you can't go back

you can't go down

When you're already flying

you can't fall down anymore...

You see roofs and houses

and the great outskirts

And you see how may things

are just "nonsense"

And here...and here...

...angels don't come

with the light bugs and the cicadas

And here...and here...

"you don't get to see those summers anymore"

"those summers"

Here it's logical

to change your mind a thousand times

and it's easy

to feel like nothing

Here you don't have the "I'm sorry"

that can keep you up there

Here the night is dark

and there's only you

You live on the verge of falling

and you smoke your Lucky Strikes

and you realize

just how much you'll curse them...

And here....and here...

"orders" can't reach...

to teach you the right path

And here....and here...

Angels don't come!

• Artist:Vasco Rossi