Lorenzo Politi: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Lorenzo Corsi: Lead Guitar, Backing Vocals
Tommaso Calemme: Keyboards, Backing Vocals
Francesco Marchetti: Drums, Backing Vocals
Vittorio Pagano: Bass
The hardest thing to explain to your brain,
Is that very few things should really cause you pain.
I always ask myself “What is Me?”
I identify with things outside of me
So you always told me ‘bout nationalism,
Or sometimes patriotism,
Why never continentalism?
It’s easier to feel part of this state
If the skin of its people’s the same.
And even if we share the same lore,
Well, it’s just a great illusion for all,
‘Cause I didn’t created our lore.
‘Cause each one of us is different from all.
So, why should I feel bad if someone try to defame
in any way
The state from which I came?
Even if I’d built it by myself
He’d not be insulting Me
Just a play of my brain.
“I” is not the things that you do,
Is not your country, is not your mind
Is not what other think ‘bout you.
This nothing more than passing shapes
They divert mind from how life operates
Now think of how you cried for a fail
That time when you were just a child,
And think now how you keep on laughing ‘bout it
‘Cause your mind has changed a little bit.
Life is just a circle of filtered perspectives.
But try for a moment to get out of yourself,
Act just like you’re playing Second Life
Still your troubles seem so bad?
“I” goes beyond your straits
“I” is the one thing that remains the same
If you completely change your life, your state,
Your identity and your face.
They could judge your actions, your behaviors and your work,
They could judge your clothes, your body and your brain
They could judge your friends, your family and your life
They could judge your ideals, your ideas and your dreams
But they will never, never judge You.
‘Cause everyone sees the world as he can
So they’ll never be able to judge You.
Music by T. Calemme, L. Corsi, F. Marchetti, V. Pagano, L. Politi
Words by L. Politi
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