Questa è la mia vita [English translation]

This is my life

And I'll tell it to you

Short summary

Of poetry

And of tears ah...ah

This is my life

I'm half the way

Who listens to me should believe

Who doesn't want to should go.

From years of illusions

Dreams and delusions

That a man lived

Since that day that

He came to this world

With a joyful face

He worked as a slave

He worked for three.

And every wrinkle

Is a beautiful flower

A thought of love

Ah...ah...

A bitter conquest

A headache

A dream more

A life made up and lived

Among people who he hates and loves

How many have I met

Each has a story

And each is part of me.

Here's my life

Like in comics

Very colorful

Full of defects

Ah...ah...

Here's my hands

That knew how to give

That gave so much

Without ever stealing

Here's my woman

Who lets me do

And despite everything

She always wins

Here's my life

Here's my age

It's been a thousand years

That I haven't lived here.

And every wrinkle

Is a beautiful flower

A thought of love

Ah...ah...

A novel

A story

Of defeats

And of glory

Of truth

And every wrinkle

Collects ten years

Of deep silences

And words

Of laughters and efforts

Of sweetness and deceives

Of amazing mistakes

For me

And every wrinkle

Is a beautiful flower

A thought of love

Ah...ah...

(Orchestra)

Like four medals

On the chest

My four wounds here

On the forehead

They're many battles

Of a life that I love

Of a life that I keep with me

Because every wrinkle is

A beautiful flower

A very beautiful flower

Ah...ah...