Quelli Che Restano [English translation]

It's just that I wondered if the greatest effort is achieving nothing,

leaving everything the way it is, doing whatever one feels like doing

and not going against people.

It's just that I lost myself behind unknown magic,

some great song on a pile of rocks,

some more or less precious stones

and some important memory that one always feels.

It's just that I let myself twirl out of sadness,

the one that catches you off-guard and grabs your legs,

pointing in the opposite direction

so far away from the present.

But we are those who remain

standing and stumble on their dancing ankles

and take their glasses off and, pressing the pedal all the way,

turn into lives that fly by.

And leave, leave 'cause soon days become longer

and we'll have dreams like lighthouses.

We'll have the vigilant, watchful and wild

eyes of the animals.

It's just that I turned to look backwards and

there was nothing for me behind me.

I had understood the rules of the fame

and I wanted another one,

one I could take more seriously.

It's just that I lost myself behind of who knows what madness,

behind some great intuition amidst dirty plates and situations,

between more or less distant eyes

and some important memory that one always feels.

But we are those who remain

standing and stumble on their dancing ankles

and take their glasses off and, pressing the pedal

all the way, turn into lives that fly by.

And leave, leave 'cause soon days become longer and we'll have dreams like lighthouses.

We'll have the vigilant, watchful and wild eyes of the animals.

And more than once, and more than one thought

has been so bad you didn't want to tell anyone.

More than once you've moved on straight,

directly shot a wall

but you've hurt yourself even more by waiting for someone.

But you've hurt yourself even more by waiting for someone.

But we are those who remain standing and stumble on their dancing ankles

and take their glasses off, on the highways

the so beautiful lives that fly by.

And leave, leave 'cause soon days become longer and we'll have dreams like lighthouses.

We'll have the vigilant, watchful

and wild, and wild, and wild eyes.

We're those who look at a precise star amidst millions,

those who, at night, with their lights off and their closed windows

do not leave from under the gates.

Those who even you have grabbed by the balls

God knows how many times

but that, when you're tired and unwilling

become those crazy ones you come to look for.

Those crazy ones you come to look for.

Those crazy ones you come to look for.

Those crazy ones you come to look for.

• Artist:Elisa
• Album:Diari aperti (2018)