Italian versio here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/17/poesia-nulla-di-sbagliato/
Nothing wrong in what I am,
just in my choices, man.
I won’t change and become someone else:
I don’t think I can.
Even if I wanted to, not a fan.
You tell me it’s wrong,
but I think not.
I think I’m good and strong.
It almsot seems that all I do is mistakes,
but this, I won’t take.
Not in my life, it’s all fake,
you have to say it, in a frame rate.
The only thing wrong were my choices,
not my hopes, my voices…
Broken down, i get back up,
I still think I felt right, in my tears cup…
I’ve been influenced,
so I was scared,
but fear doesn’t save us from death,
it tear us part, step by step…
so you lose anyway,
and I lost you, in this bay.
I don’t want to force my change,
I’m good with myself, maybe it’s strange…
I won’t bvecome a cynic,
if you want, you go into this mad clinic…
I don’t need any of this,
so leave me be, and make peace.
Even if I didn’t suceed,
this is not what I need.
I don’t see any good reason, why I bleed…
As I don’t see any not to be togheter, I’m on my knees.
I see no reason,
this is just a bad season.
So I still keep holding up to my hopes,
so I will tie again those ropes…
even if they are fragile ones,
bringing flowers, in those guns.