Situazia
So I rest sitting here
to not feel the need for fighting
searching for another alibi
by practising of my rational facoulties
and I repeat my self: it doesn't matter,
the truth cannot be my fault
a better day will come
and everything will change, for me too.
So I rest sitting here
to not feel the need for fighting
searching another alibi in my dreams,
far from reality.
A misunderstanding someone
is explaining me the truth
but I wouldn't stand up
and I don't care to convince you too.
And my woman is not here;
may be she left my heart
wind slams the door
and her perfume is flying away
but I'm convinced it doesn't matter
for everything that could be
the lonely hope for a u-turn
is to run far from reality
So I rest sitting here
to not feel the need for fighting
composing myself to a new alibi
in this puzzle of shadiness
A misunderstanding someone
is explaining me the truth once more
but I want to lay down here
and I'll never stand up again
What do you think I should care
about my honour degradation
as well who fights is fighter
and has to follow the rules of a morality
A misunderstanding someone
is reminding me the truth
and I'm sure I want to lay down here
and I'll never stand up again.
And I'm convinced it doesn't matter
if a pink sea isn't a cincillà
sure a grey dressed and blu necktied someone
will come
1979
