Una chiave [English translation]

I know you by your hair, frizzy like cypresses

by the way you walk, the way you dress

by your eyes, wide open like the comics you read

by how you think you've got more flaws than perks

by the invisible you throw on every morning

by the incisives you bite every pencil with

by the back, arched by the weight of the expectations

as if you carried them around in shopping bags

and by the short-veiled shyness that can't seem to hide you

by how you turn red and shelter yourself from the embarassment pouring down

with a smile you open like a broken umbrella.

Could I knock down the shield of the passing years

I'd gift you the inconsistency of the scorn, of the others

I know that we're as present as we are distant

I know well how you feel and I know how wrong you are, believe me

No, it's not true

that you can't do it, that there isn't a key

No, it's not true

that you can't do it, that there isn't a key

Eyes down, you look for the reason to another step

but behind you there's the hook and in front of you, the white shark

and you feel lone when everyone else gets in packs

You feel free, but in reality you're weighing yourself down

Everyone in armours, riding their horses

You - ripped, lame sweaters.

You were born in the warm South but unfortunately

you see only snow and cold all around, like a Yeti

Your life is a cinema and you keep quiet

Your bottles have no messages

Those who say that the world is beautiful

have never seen what you're creating in order to stay here

You stay silent, no opinions

your roof - stars and planets

DIve right into your limbo, slave to your thoughts

You strive through your wall-less labyrinth

No, it's not true

that you can't do it, that there isn't a key

No, it's not true

that you can't do it, that there isn't a key

We're the same, we do astral travels

with our skulls in our hands

we have planetaries between our parietal bones

We're the same thing, we're not blood related

The only thing separating us it's calendars

Go, left heel in

Charon, straight towards Hell

Long runs, bitten nails, bad moods

some night vanished in an uncertain sleep -

and then the fire.

Could I appear like a ghost I would right now

but I'd scare you off, cause I'd be the shadow of myself

and you'd say: "Look, I'm alright

From what I see, you're the opposite"

I survived the woods and I slaughtered the ogre.

Leave me be, make an effort, gain the universe

and don't be afraid because

No, it's not true

that you can't do it, that there isn't a key

No, it's not true

that you can't do it, that there isn't a key

• Artist:Caparezza
• Album:Prisoner 709