Storia del mio corpo [English translation]

My body has a history of fear

Ad I clearly see it in every act

Like when I was gone quiet

The same way you close a faucet

My body as a history that keeps showing itself

And I listen to it the same way I look at an open window

I left it still in the bed, still inside

Like in the envelope of a letter

And I dressed it up differently every day

And then I got used to living through it

And I heard it screaming “live me, live me, live me

Please burn me like a match”

I have eyes so vacant

That you tell me, “It's like you don't exist”

I have eyes so lost

Like throwing two coins casually in a field

Small movements

the vague perception of a life outside

Let me know if you hear me, you see me

Shout my name

Do something extreme

or I'll make the mistake again

Staying hidden in my body

Staying hidden

My body is a home that I am carrying

On the walls is written what has happened

I threw it on an armchair without caring

As if it were someone else's

And I undressed it and gave it to the wind, as a flag

I opened it and closed it as if it had a zip behind

And I heard it screaming “live me, live me, live me

Please burn me like a match”

I have eyes so vacant

That you tell me, “It's like you don't exist”

I have eyes so lost

Like throwing two coins casually in a field

Small movements

the vague perception of a life outside

Let me know if you hear me, you see me

Shout my name

Do something extreme

or I'll make the mistake again

Staying hidden in my body

Staying hidden

Staying hidden in my body

Staying hidden

• Artist:Michele Bravi
• Album:La Geografia Del Buio