La casa azul [English translation]

The world is at the tip of my fingers

closed between a bed, a mirror, a labile joy

what did you paint for my little one?

I silently mixed colors and tears

and it is a design that is already confused

the shadow of a sign that hides me but

I feel the night kissing my feet

even if you don't see it

I knew the noise it makes

To love to hate to fight, live the life

out there Mexico shouted curses and fables

the blood of the bullfighting inside the dust

the tower shakes the sword from its shoulder blades

rose of the soul enclosed in an armor

how is the sun smiling with fear?

with beauty drag us away if art is a lie

that says the truth

I designed a love that seems true

a puddle illusion of being heaven

and a fine tear that can not be seen

a necklace of thorns the road made together

and my back burn the blue house

the flesh, the blood, the veins of my war

and deserting the closed path in my hand

try another destiny that goes farther

And to each canvas an imprint of my fingers

in my mouth words that are not said

along the back the sweat of the ascent

you would have said such a ridiculous destiny

like a star that shines off already

how much beauty that comes and will pass

I feel the night that touches my feet even if you do not see it

if you shut up, you can hear it ... shhh

here is the noise that makes

I designed a love that seems true

a puddle illusion of being heaven

and a fine tear that can not be seen

a necklace of thorns the road made together

The flowers, the absent son

the red bed, the skull opposite

the lucky girlfriend, the broken dream

the beautiful girl and my destiny

death

The flowers, the absent son

the red bed, the skull opposite

the lucky girlfriend, the broken dream

the beautiful girl and my destiny

death

I designed a love that seems true

a puddle illusion of being heaven

and a fine tear that can not be seen

a necklace of thorns the road made together

and my back burn the blue house

the flesh, the blood, the veins of my war

and deserting the closed path in my hand

try another destiny that goes farther

The flowers, the absent son

the red bed, the skull opposite

the lucky girlfriend, the broken dream

the beautiful girl and my destiny

death

The flowers, the absent son

the red bed, the skull opposite

the lucky girlfriend, the broken dream

the beautiful girl and my destiny

death

• Artist:Marco Mengoni
• Album:Atlantico (2018)