LYRICS GAME

I, who have never been a sherpa

I know that reaching the summit is hard

And that a good trip never ends nearby

I carry this stubborn head as luggage

Today I walk along new paths

that even so bring me old memories

The mind is a mirror, it's on the table

and it insists on recalling the stuff that I don't care about

Barely. Sorrows, joys, allergies

Synergies of energy, inertias that never end

This is the game of fire and of being flame bearers

It demands the best of us, it burns up the oxygen

I managed to sneak my tiny epistle into your earpiece

and chat with a rebel in a disco bar

I'm just a terrible, bipolar earthling

I had an avian passion and couldn't fly

But even so I still dive, if I plummet

at least let it be giving my best, if I wake up

at least let it be from a good dream, if I mess it up

at least let it be facing the challenge like a big man

looking the dragon in the eye, that if I leap into the void

it be with my people and with courage

If I make you blush, let it be with a compliment

that if I run into you, you stay for a stretch

because, in fact, what I want is that you like it

that it feels so close that it scares you

You and I having a good time tonight

Get sexy and take a selfie that shows it

I'm not singing you a lie

We came to be water where everything combusts

The vein's stone of the earth that embeds itself

in the jewel of a soul that suffers and wants its soufflé

They're paths I didn't walk

Puffing up my chest I'll head back to the mountain for laurel

When the tributaries merge

and the channel swells, sometimes the current is cruel

They're paths I didn't walk

and they carry me over and over to the same brothel

They're paths you use to flee

when it's your f*cking memory that prostitutes itself

Here we stand firm, we talk about paths of fireproof lives

That's what we're talking about

about those who take part in choosing fate

and cultivate goals with personal ends

It was at least magical that we crossed paths in the past

and today it's necessary that we say goodbye

The instant when we both floated hand in hand

I keep it recorded in case I need to remember it

in case I need to recall you, I'm not always strong

More than once I want to cling to the oblivion of the present

and tell myself again that I set out to leave

fighting the hungry snake in my belly

and if it had been up to me I'd still be with you today

I'd have stayed with time frozen

and the future mortgaged, but the inexorable around here

is vox populi, there are still details to polish

To converge, to share and, even if it hurts, to finish; as cold as logical

Accept the painful; I know that it used to be useful

I don't want to be powerful, nor a dull pugilist

in the vital battle, the existential race

parallel paths but with different endings

For everyone: one love, one blood, one life

We'll meet again at the end of the game

They're paths I didn't walk

Puffing up my chest I'll head back to the mountain for laurel

When the tributaries merge

and the channel swells, sometimes the current is cruel

They're paths I didn't walk

and they carry me over and over to the same brothel

They're paths you use to flee

when it's your f*cking memory that prostitutes itself

I leave home in a tank top

with the keys loose in my hand

It's a strange heat for a May afternoon. Overwhelming!

I look at the sky and realize

nothing will ever be the same again

every end of a cycle is necessary

I turn up the music in my headphones

and clear a path through the neighborhood

I've always known that they want us to go with the flow

they tell you what's good for you

but I want to move and improvise

unlearning so that I can move forward

I fight against the fear of freedom

I risk it because I want something new to come

and the heart acts

for reasons that reason will never understand

The la vie en rose they paint is scrawny

boring and cold, kind of tasteless

with stupid rules assumed, I prefer to face

all the mistakes that life carries implicitly

One more day waking up late, I need to get clear

I close minor decisions to tackle the real ones

I'm not waiting for a train, a train that never comes

the wait on the platform is an eternity

Constant movement brings a new challenge

to turn the dream into reality

From every end

a necessary beginning is born

a springboard

and to jump again with kindred people to the edge

Sometimes I feel the wound of departure

but there are rewards that balance it when they arrive

A new fire always comes that goes and returns

and friends cheer you up

A new fire always comes that goes and returns

A new fire comes that goes and always

A new fire comes that goes and returns

and friends cheer you up