Senza un nome [English translation]

How are called the certain things

That make nest in the mind

It is like giving a name to the air

If you want to call me, throw a stone

I have apologized to God only

I have asked only God for help

And to God, to God I will give

Without a name

There are people who call me "the screwball"

I have put my glory in a grolla*

In that way you drink a toast to

The one who has forgotten

Without a name

There are people who should just honour me

I rest on the bank of every river

And I live without asking: "Can I ?"

Without asking permission

I am a twitted example of not being permissible

You, who know about my life

I have been lucky, I am alive

To be alive does not mean

To have too many things at home

I am a fulfilled dream, you know

I do not have past and I do not have praise

And God and God knows it

Without a name

There are people who call me "the screwball"

I have put my glory in a grolla*

In that way you drink a toast to

The one who has forgotten

Without a name

There are people who should just honour me

I rest on the bank of every river

And I live without asking: "Can I ?"

Without asking permission

I am a twitted example of not being permissible

I live without asking: "Can I ?"

Without asking permission

I am the screwball

Without a name

• Artist:Biagio Antonacci
• Album:Sapessi dire no (2012)