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(Cassella - Vastano)
Believe me, you are not among my congenital vices
if the heart does not participate the propeller no longer turns
I have no nights for nostalgic flights and then
you are not America I sing and the echoes on you
they bounce away and my voice
no longer makes sense if the heart does not participate
the propeller no longer turns an authentic emotion
Believe me I no longer have reasons to be here
You are not America
Egocentric yes but deep down I know that here
I have no more debts.
I challenge myself by leaving here in the dark like this
but you are not America you are not the future
I don't know how to make your steps mine
and in any case it is a flower in every cell
br/>centuries of youth following an eagle's flight
the soul will fly higher into open skies, you don't see
you are not America if you were you
you are not the America if it were you, if it were you.