What do you expect from this panorama, if you don't think that over there, beyond the horizon, there will be someone who will do as you do. Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na Na-na-na-na-na-na You wait to find an answer to all this pain that accumulates in the days until the sixth You force yourself to look at it, to find new rhythms, like four strings that accompany you to the end But what are the verses for if you don't know what to say anymore? If the circumstances speak for themselves A military jacket, a neorealist book, walking barefoot with that mixed expression What do you expect from this panorama, if you don't think that over there, beyond the horizon, there will be someone who will do as you do. The climb towards nothing is always full of pain and then break your head and think it was love and then break your head and think it was love A drink with a healthy taste of resignation, an ordinary intention for the usual song Wanting to tell it without knowing your thoughts, that you really survived in some way Throwing yourself into the woods, wearing boots, like children in emotions when they are all the same That you really survived in some way Wanting to tell it all, this is your thought That you really survived in some way The climb towards nothing is always full of pain and then break your head and think it was love Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh What do you expect from this panorama? What do you expect from this panorama, if you don't think that over there,