Zitti e buoni [English translation]

They don't know what I'm talking about.

Bruh, cloths dirty with mud.

Yellow on your fingers from cigs,

I'm walking about with a cig.

I'm sorry, but I'm so sure

I can afford to take the leap,

Even if it's an uphill climb,

That's why I'm training.

And good evening, ladies and gentlemen,

Let the actors on the scene.

You better touch wood,

You better be quiet and behave.

People here are odd, like pushers.

I spent too many nights outdoors,

Now I'm going around kicking on these doors.

Looking upwards, like a climber.

So, I'm sorry mom if I'm always out, but

I'm out of my mind, just not like them.

And you're out of your mind, just not like them.

We're out of our mind, just not like them.

We're out of our mind, just not like them.

No.

I have written pages over pages,

I've seen salt and then tears,

These men on their cars

Unable to climb against the rapids.

Carved on a gravestone:

"There's no god in my home",

But if you understand the meaning of time

You'll rise back up from your oblivion.

And no wind can stop

Natural power.

From the right point of view

You can feel the euphoria brought by the wind.

With wings of wax on my back,

I'll seek out that height.

If you're trying to stop me, try again,

Try and cut my head off

Because...

I'm out of my mind,1just not like them.

And you're out of your mind, just not like them.

We're out of our mind, just not like them.

We're out of our mind, just not like them.

People talk, unfortunately

They talk, and they don't know what they're talking about.

Just take me where I can stay afloat,

'Cause here I can't breathe.

People talk, unfortunately

They talk, and they don't know what they're talking about.

Just take me where I can stay afloat,

'Cause here I can't breathe.

People talk, unfortunately

They talk, and they don't know what the fuck they're talking about.

Just take me where I can stay afloat,

'Cause here I can't breathe.

But I'm out of my mind, just not like them.

And you're out of your mind, just not like them.

We're out of our mind, just not like them.

We're out of our mind, just not like them.

We're not like them.

1. Literally in Italian: "out of my head", quoting the previous "cut my head off".

• Artist:Måneskin