One Hundred And Eleven – Tiziano Ferro

 

111… is an hotel room

111… is the emergency number for the ones who feel lonely

111… is the people who love me

111… is the people who hate me

111… is an airplane ticket

111… is the perfect number

111… is me and used to be me

111… a newborn child who’ll sleep peacefully on the back of the Past

 

And you say anything moves you

A smiling child, mist at sunrise

And you say your dreams are a drop in the ocean

You find them turned into paper the morning after

Between the boredom and the magic of a gloomy day

And a lonely walk in the night

Going through the troubles of the ones who laugh and cry

It’s people like you who skim divinity

 

And they’ll say you’re no more the same

Because they can’t recognise you

And they’ll say you’re less sweet

Because love knows how to hide

But you…

 

Speak, dream, dance, keep on singing

Give your love non-stop

And write it down

Believing it’s 111 kg of imagination

 

And you say this song of mine moves you

It deals with a little of sex mixed to love

In its 4 minutes you listen and open your heart

And dream about feeling normal yourself too

Between traffic lights and smog in a dull day

And breakfast at the bar self-absorbedly and alone

I listen to my heart’s code messages this morning

On the underground tracks of city angels

 

And they’ll say you’re no more the same

Because they can’t recognise you

And they’ll say you’re less sweet

Because love knows how to hide

But you…

 

Speak, dream, dance, keep on singing

Give your love non-stop

And write it down

Believing it’s 111 kg of imagination

 

Cos if one single man can make you look like a saint

You tell him you want to keep being a cat

And everybody swallows the empty TV

Go your own way

If people look at your face with suspicion

It’s because they still know little about respect

And everyone wants to see you roll

Let them talk

 

And they’ll say you’re no more the same

Because they can’t recognise you

And they’ll say you’re less sweet

Because love knows how to hide

But you…

 

Speak, dream, dance, keep on singing

Give your love non-stop

And write it down

Believing it’s 111 kg of imagination