(di S.A. Calafiore, Y, Servadei, M. Torres)
What is it? passing by, wake me up
I have my hands full but, full of that
I try to discover myself, just as I am
you slowly put out the fire, the fire that I give
And you say that in the world
everything is as it is
I simply say
Look, what I tell you is look
what colors
look, what I tell you is look
br/>the good and the bad
Look, what I tell you is look
from your side
Look...
do you think it can't be the other way around? s
engaging in the vice of seeing myself through
I try to invent, what will I have?
And you always repeat, what will I not find?
And you think that deep down
/>it all depends on you
to that I answer you
Look, what I tell you is look
what colors
look, what I tell you is look
the good and the bad
Look, what I tell you is look
from your side
Look, what I tell you is look
From another side

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