Di più [English translation]

I get yesterday and today mixed up, a bit.

I'm thinking about it, tomorrow.

And the soul, which would want to "speak",

is keeping silent now, and is not singing any more.

Let's get away, then...

Going away;

leaving for one year;

traveling, but

feeling it inside you and

burning up to

the bones and inside of them.

The nostalgia

that blows towards the East,

if I feel down.

Cradling,

getting someone to carry you, and

saying to oneself, "That's ok", and that

I feel this world

is not dreadful,

after all, you know?

And I'll want

more, more, more, more of it.

Because, sometimes,

it's not so dreadful

to admit that you are just like me, you know?

You, who always live with your

fears

???

I know, too,

that the world

is not gonna change.

You smash everything,

amaze who doesn't believe...

doesn't believe in you,

as long as you can.

Cardling,

getting someone to carry you, and

saying to oneself: "That's ok" and that

I feel this world

is not dreadful,

after all, you know?

And I'll want

more, more, more, more...

More, more, more, more of it!

Trying to

forget that

it always goes badly and

we are in trouble.

They already said

that the world is shabby. You...

You just get more of it.

More, more, more, more...

More, more, more, (more of it!), more...

(More!) more, (more!) more, (more!) more, (oh no!) more...

More...

More! More! More! More! More! (More) more (more, more, more)...

Mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-mo-more of it.

• Artist:Tiziano Ferro
• Album:Rosso relativo (2001)