Che fretta c'è

But what's the rush
we consume ourselves in a minute
and then why.
But what day is it
time is short and you've understood it too
relax, it's normal
to stress yourself, why
but who makes you do it...
But what's the rush
and we
we seem like robots
who know how to make love
but what's the rush
and we, we never stop
not even to eat.
But what kind of life is it
we run after two hands
and then why
but yes, but yes I know
you produce, run without ever breathing
if I didn't have you, love
who knows where I'd be
come on, let's try to think about it.
But what's the rush
and we
we never stop
not even to eat
but what's the rush
and we, we seem like robots
we don't make love anymore
What's the rush ...
What kind of life is it ...