Quello che Resta

You counted every wound as if it were a medal
You started from nothing, you built yourself a wall
But you filled the rooms of your empire with silence
And whoever counts his enemies ends up with no one left

Because what remains isn't counted in money
It's a hand in the dark, it's someone who is dear
You can buy yourself anything, but not the one who forgives you
The truest wealth is a voice that calls your name

You say "I'll do it alone", but alone it hurts more
You barred every door so no one could touch you
You didn't listen to your mother, and now the emptiness looks like you
There's a poverty worse than any other: losing a family

Because what remains isn't counted in money
It's a hand in the dark, it's someone who is dear
You can buy yourself anything, but not the one who forgives you
The truest wealth is a voice that calls your name

The heart that chooses to open isn't weak
Whoever comes back is richer than whoever learns to run from himself
Let the gold fall if it weighs on your soul
And take back the name you had as a child

You can stay the king of an empty castle
Or go back and knock on a door from the past
Poverty isn't the street you came from
It's dying rich with no one by your side

Because what remains isn't counted in money
It's a hand in the dark, it's someone who is dear
You can buy yourself anything, but not the one who forgives you
The truest wealth is a voice that calls your name

What remains... what remains...
is a voice that calls you by your name