Aria [English translation]

At eight and a quarter of a Wednesday in August

I'm finally leaving this place

After thirty years in prison at Asinara

What do you want it to be a few hours in a coffin.

That in a coffin at the bottom is not bad

Just knowing yourself and knowing how to please

And in this I, modestly, have always been a great one

Because to live I need nothing, only ...

Air ... only ... air.

I told it: "I'll fuck you all sooner or later!"

Those laughed, they thought I was joking

"No one ever goes out of here"

As if this could discourage me.

And then over time they saw me consuming little by little

I lost the pounds, I lost my teeth, I look like a rat

I gnawed all the moments of life she gave me

And I have cultivated my sweetest project shot ...

In the air ... in the air.

And the others always protest, to avenge some wrong

To me they said, suck,:"You're virtually dead!

Your mouth only serves to make you breathe "

I was thinking, "And is not this the trick - inspire, exhale,"

Inhale, exhale: this I can do

And when I'm lucky I feel the wet of the sea

I know death, and if she has not beaten me yet

It is because I, for a lifetime, live only for an hour ...

Air ... an hour of air.

Breathing slow, I expect the wind

My time will come ...

Air air air ...

• Artist:Daniele Silvestri
• Album:La voce del megafono