Il paese è reale [English translation]

You always say your prayers,

You always count to ten, and

You still pray that

It won't be your turn to decide

You cry, idle at the bypass,

You were following some crap,

It was splendid and golden,

Fresh and poisoned,

But the country knows to sink

Everything around you, to dance,

Swearing to scorn,

And to laugh a little about it

And you want to do something that is needed

And to do it before your love loses itself

You don't realize that if you want it

That which was worth it, is no longer worth it

If they've told you to stay at home,

Fly low, don't bother,

If you scorn you can buy,

If everything's worth it, nothing's worth it,

If you no longer know if you're a man

If you're afraid of messing up

If you only want to think

That in a little bit it's spring

Now do something that is needed

That is also for you if your country is crap

There's a path in the middle of the nothingness

Full and empty of people

And it doesn't lead straight home

If you don't go there

I want to do something that is needed

Make me do just one thing that is needed

To say the truth is an act of love

Made by our dying rage

• Artist:Afterhours
• Album:Il paese è reale