Nuvole di fango [English translation]

The identity card remembers him, that the student

gets dragged by life but the pain he doesn't feel

The school is one shot of a gun and turns on a Phillip Morris

the schoolbag which weighs too much to stop the following of his dreams

and in the most clean areas which the knowledge that dirties them, in the hall of the school he drags his crooked feet

He knows that the podium doesn't matter if he can't maintain it, the world trusts God but he doesn't trust outsiders ****

We are slaves of courage

Jump over the clouds of mud

We are the blood on the ash felt

we are awake and aware of a dream that won't go away!

One grows, something changes but everyone seems different.

if the world is the fake friend ** he is silent and makes the opposite/ introvert.

but one day he breaks the lock with which he closed in on itself

and meanwhile the world *** "I'm ready what I've lost"

and there was nothing to believe in the whole free days

without an ashtray he just want to write

Teenagers who are not spooking for work

You speak often of young people and too little

when they ask, communicate, pretend and prohibit.

In this sick world the dream has become a symptom

It doesn't matter how many high points but how low you can arrive.

They told him about the first fame**** now he is first in FIMI

now those feet are crooked on the red carpet

some things are like HIV that you have in your blood.

We are people that go around

Jump the clouds of mud.

with hearts under eviction

we are those awake and marked by the dream of eternity.

You aren't here, Im not here

Give me hope so you can take me away from here.

You aren't here, Im not here

Follow your path, everything else you will see

You aren't here, Im not here

Im looking for a hope to go away from here.

We are slaves of courage

Jump the clouds of mud.

with hearts under eviction

we are awake and marked by a dream that won't go.

• Artist:Gianna Nannini