Davide e Golia Lyrics (English Translation) – Kid Yugi

Read the full Davide e Golia (English Translation) lyrics by Kid Yugi from the album Anche gli Eroi Muoiono along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kid Yugi’s music, you can also explore Davide e Golia and Amelie, two other songs by Kid Yugi.

[Verse]

I’m a blade of grass standing up to a harvester
A heart that keeps on beating past the electric chair
A spark of light that cuts through greenhouse haze
A rabid dog still begging for a hand to graze

Against Europe’s rifles, I’m a Native son
A vampire walking freely in the sun
A child hopping scotch on mines in Vietnam
In a world of liars, I’m a promise holding on
I’m a gambler placing one last desperate bet
A calf that fights back in the slaughterhouse pen
A cockroach dreaming it could be a butterfly
Or at least asking to be treated as its kind

I’m a prayer trying hard to stop a war
A leading man who stays behind the camera’s door
A poor heretic denying holy truth
A schizophrenic who won’t surrender to his mind

Evil doesn’t fade, it only shifts its skin
From nuclear b0mbs to violence within
From rolling tanks to existential stress
From gunshot thunder to diet-fed disease

I’m a raft that challenges the stormy tide
A washed-up addict fighting through the night
A stone that rolls uphill against the grain
A giant among gnomes, ashamed of his frame

Between the anvil and the hammer, I’ll persist
When all is doubted, I’ll be certainty itself
A melting glacier, the bear that starts to drown
Now the world’s on fire and I’m paper-bound

I wasn’t born, I rose out of the fog
I won’t go up to heaven or sink beneath the sod
I know what waits for me—a brutal end
Searching for the essence, suffering the trend

Every single part of me must be refined
Now that I can sell, they all want a slice
Under this deluge I drown like Venice does
I flirt with death just to taste its buzz

I feel estranged by fame, the market’s binge
My hunger for money, the hate, the praise
I can’t stand my life, I don’t see the plot
I feel the ending coming, closer than I thought

I’m turning into ash that settles on the sea
And one thing hurts me more than anything
Despite the sacrifice, nothing ever shifts
So tell me—why am I still fighting this?

I gave you an album, tell me why I fight
I feel myself breaking, tell me why I try
I spiral in these crises I almost enjoy
Why do I feel the last of the last deployed?

Why, if nothing matters, do I drown in doubt?
Why do I keep running, second-guessing myself out?
I give everything, still disappoint me again
Why do two lines feel enough to sum me in?

Why does it all collapse and I still pretend?
Why am I about to kill you, yet you won’t beg?
Why does evil always win in quieter ways?

Tell me why only poison will save my soul
Tell me why there’s nothing good in me at all
Tell me why I’m choking
Why do the powerful win while heroes fall?