Waking Up (In Roges Di Rende Is Good)

Smoking another spliff
Throwing me away of a cliff:
Why is my life so hyeroglyph?
Trust me, I need to skip
So what is good? what’s this mood?
I simply want that working like it should:
To find in my Sila a little caress
Just to take care a bit of my stress
Lingering pain
Like those puddles
Made by the rain
With all my struggles
I wait in vain
While everybody sayn'
That I still complain
I just don’t feel the same
And when we’ll find out how much we are small
I’ll not be worried at all