I think that with the events we've experienced and the opportunity that we have, instanding many people's experiences, I'm on the mix to adjust the sound. I don't answer you, I'm in a mix of drugs and delusions. Via da Nevada. Via da Nevada. Via da Nevada. Via da Nevada. La la la la la. La la la la la la. La la la la la. La la la la la. I've seen Proxima Centauri and the universe is not all the same. I get into my brain when everything happens. It's the infinity that flows through me in the middle of the abyss. It's a kiss between the letters and against the sky that assaults. My mother has prepared everything, now I can leave. Far away from Nevada, like ships from benches. Another step in these alleys without descents. Another meal after lunch, seasoned with offenses. And it matters how these cities look alike. The game of the three cards from Las Vegas to here. It's mud on a colored canvas, my country. And it's us who then pay the expenses. Naples, Nevada. We are in the middle of the road. And who loses time, goes crazy. I don't drink when I drive, but I smoke if I drink. Not losing sleep is too much, it's the only secret. And I don't need dark filters on these glasses. Without you I'm a ghost, no one sees me. I walk around with an armored heart, like security. Cheers, friends, open cigarettes. I took away your needs, I threw you cookies. If you read the bisotti, my universe is now. In Viata, Nevada. In Viata, Nevada.