What do you think, that you imitate me and you grow more Credibility plus 10, you expect a bunch of roses from me I'm the one in charge, I have my *** things I don't know how the world goes around, my head goes elsewhere But I know that if you move, I'll follow you like a sun I was thinking of making a future for myself with paper and pencil Laugh in front of life, make more leaves than leaves on the ground In autumn with little effort, I was thinking of you Give me a hand to heal some wounds Spread in a field of daisies, tanned with daisies A Zazza in the flower of the years, tell me how you don't understand me I'll die young anyway, Bighi, bring me a Zalea, Bighi The question is why the one who's the best always disappears a little before everyone In a usual meadow, what flowers you pick, the most beautiful and the ugliest I've never found four-leaf clover Who knows if I'll have luckier days Maybe it can work, but I don't think so I'll take these flowers and make a fire, look what I'll do Mama no mama, mama no mama Abandoned to myself, like a rosary on the street Mama no mama, mama no mama I dreamed of a fantastic life, I'll do it even with plastic flowers What do you think? That we'll end up staying here? The same number of those who tried us Crying on the grave of Italian rap They say he's dead, but I'm not leaving If you stay, so you can help me a little, you heal my wounds That I had in my head since I was a kid, of all the colors, like tulips I dreamed of living there, but maybe I'll die of rap But if you finish, on the contrary, people will make me hearts and say That I never moved, but with my brain I was out of here And baby you ask me for flowers and I have the flowers of Bach to stay calm Out in the spring, and for the first time I express myself Fate, poor thing, close what I write, what a disgusting basket That I might not be able to digest, I've already put it on the counter But for the constancy I put in making it, bring me the most beautiful flowers in the world I have quadrifoglio and I've never found them Who knows if I'll have the luckiest days Maybe it can happen, but I don't think so I take these flowers and I make a bonfire, look what I'll do Mama no, mama no, mama no, mama no Abandoned to myself, like a rosary on the street Mama no, mama no, mama no, mama no I dream of a fantastic life, I'll do it but with plastic flowers Mama no, mama no, mama no, mama no Abandoned to myself, like a rosary on the street Mama no, mama no, mama no, mama no I dream of a fantastic life, I'll do it but with plastic flowers I dream of a fantastic life, I'll do it but with plastic flowers