You don\'t know my pain,
I am not your river,
let me be.
Let,
let me suffer,
let my river run,
I am not your river, I am not you.
Forget,
forget everything about me,
let me go far away,
far from everything, and drown.
Let me drown in life,
let everything continue,
in the winding river.
I am not yours,
let my river follow its course,
let my river run free,
let me drown in its waters.
Let me sing,
sing in Italian,
do things badly, they are mine.
Let me have my life.
I want to make mistakes
my life is this way,
I will drown,
and I will survive.
And the river will run,
another day in calm,
after the storm,
of my waters.
It is my river,
I am not your river,
I am not yours,
in my river.
I am still alive,
alive,
And if I suffer,
that is good,
because that is how I feel.
I feel so alive floating,
in my current of waters
in the waters of my river,
that comes and goes,
and if I drown,
I will float back up,
stronger,
The pain,
is part,
of me.
And then,
I will sing,
I will laugh perhaps.
in my living river.
And if I sing, it is good,
this is my song of waters,
water of my rivers in my veins.
This is the river of the song of my life.