Twenty-five years and my life is still
Trying to get up that great big collina of hope
For a destination

I realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means

And so I cry sometimes
When I'm lying in letto Just to get it all out
What's in my head
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.

And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the superiore, in alto of my lungs
What's going on?

And I say: HEY! yeah yeaaah, ciao yeah yea
I detto hey, what's going on?

And I say: HEY! yeah yeaaah, ciao yeah yea
I detto hey,...