I’ve said I know what it measn to lose,
I said I’m a loser,
I said I know the bitter taste of defeat… But I’m ready for another war.
I want to win, to te-match.
I’veseen the bottom, so many times…
To hell and back, many times.
I know very well what it means to lose,
And I think I shouldn’t doubt myself anymore.
I feel I reach a certain strength and self-sufficiency,
so much that I recovered immediately.
Certainly, in less time than I used to do, once.
And I know that there is no need for anyone to tell me what I want,
what I can and cannot do.
But you can do everything in life …
I already feel ready for a new war.
It is true that I know how to lose,
but it is also true that I know how to win back.
A bit like a Risiko game: the first blow I lose,
the second I won very often. I am an underdog: they underestimate me,
but after that it gets lost and we can have a chance for rematch,
nobody stops us. We who? We losers hungry to take back what was taken from us.
What we have lost, hungry as dogs.