Aperitivo Grezzo [English translation]

Rough aperitif

C'mon let's meet at five in the parking lot

Two, three, four at Capo's you know that I'll take them

There's already Marchino, smiling, with his eye a bit dull

With Leo next to him, he doesn't speak but he has a whole world inside

I remember that we weren't many, but always happy

The paradox is that I preferred bikes to airplanes

When I'm in a situation with suited up people

I feel uncomfortable while they talk about the holiday

They went on with their children who go to the best school

With that smirk of those who believe they're right

I used to sing in a parking lot with Adriano and Alessandro

For me art is born in a street and then it becomes more, yeah

I'd want to wake up one morning, wouh oh oh oh

And find everything as it used to be, oh oh oh oh

You know, I now wake up and I feel fickle instead

I still don't know what path to choose

Now I'm always out of time instead and I feel far

From what I wanted to be

A rough aperitif and then I came back home for dinner

But I never ate and I skipped it like a prayer

With mum saying "Nicco, you seem off"

And I quietly said "Sorry, I'm going to sleep"

Don't tell me how to do things

Don't give me advices, don't make comments

Don't preach morals, I'm in a bad mood

My life is the same without your comments

It's full of artists who write albums

They feel sad but they are dealmakers

I grew up with Blasco1 in the car

We were seven pumping his albums, eh oh

Mind what you say

Have I changed? I don't think so

I have the same friends and I don't trust the rest

I only keep the part with no emotions going

Because among beasts you win if you keep your tears away

I have a supply of days that I use when I'm feeling low

Because living with writing is like getting past a breakdown

You don't make it, you fall to pieces, sitting among my insecurities

I lean on my doubts, they're always the same

And it doesn't matter how much you sweat but what you say

I can scream while smiling and you're one of the targets

You who had every fortune

And now you preach and scold

But it's easy to be great, covered in gold among the poorest

I'd want to wake up one morning, wouh oh oh oh

And find everything as it used to be, oh oh oh oh

You know, I now wake up and I feel fickle instead

I still don't know what path to choose

Now I'm always out of time instead and I feel far

From what I wanted to be

1. Vasco Rossi, Italian rock singer-songwriter

• Artist:Ultimo
• Album:Colpa delle favole (2019)