L'ultima mano [English translation]

I open the door really slow and slowly walk toward you cause i don't want to wake you up

But then I realize that on the bed there's only a sheet on which you tell me that

That you are not here anymore and that you won't return...

I slowly manage to remember the last sentence you said and...

That was so long that you wanted to spent a night with me

And i felt like crying because i've managed to lose, the true life that's worth living

And while a fire was burning inside me i searched for you

But there was nothing more of you already,

So i went out like a fool, i drank, i walked

I thought about all the things that happen to me when i can't see anything else

Except the will to fight the destiny of feeling a winner, a loser, oh well...

I can't even listen to the words of an important friend

That already lived this sickness on his skin and that knows everything about me

I remember that you cried, you talked to me and your hand was looking for me,

That indifferent from every tear that you shed, I was thinking about everything else other than

That i was going to lose you, but this time forever...

I remember all those excuses that I invented to go out on my own and to accumulate defeats

I remeber that night in which i found myself in front of my grave already excavated

And I thought about all the things that happen to me when i can't see anything else

Except the will to fight the destiny of feeling a winner, a loser, oh well...

I can't even listen to the words of an important friend

That already lived this sickness on his skin and that knows everything about me

The last hand for me, the last hand for me,

That i got nothing to lose, I got nothing else to lose

• Artist:Modà
• Album:Passione maledetta 2.0