“La Paura Non Esiste” from the album Alla Mia Età
Back in 2005, even before his third album, Tiziano asked Laura (Pausini) for a song title, and he would write the song. That’s what inspired this piece about conquering fear. At the time he wrote: “I like it… but I have the impression that it won’t be part of my third album, I don’t feel like singing it yet. Right now I’m facing too many moments of fear!” It was in 2005 that he really started coming to terms with being gay.
English translation of “La Paura Non Esiste”:
“The Fear Doesn’t Exist”
Like when you move to a different place because you’re lonely
Like when you ask around and have never had forgiveness
Like when wherever you go, there is no light
Like someone’s always talking… always a voice
And you have a need, have a need to be sad
You want it, but the mistake doesn’t exist
It exists only at night
And the only mistake is to allow it
And wherever I go, wherever I go
That fear will return tomorrow, tomorrow
And wherever you go, it will follow
You stay secure and keep asking yourself “why”
Because the mistake doesn’t exist
And the fear doesn’t exist
Because you know you could be imagining that others hate you
Only to find yourself crying
But I will love you
Like when you travel the world because of sadness
Like when you look at me and I don’t respond
Like when, as usual, you always wait
Like when you look only at your flaws
And when nothing, nothing’s able to offend you
It’s only then that you can truly be
Only sometimes, certain evenings
Only when you love yourself
And wherever I go, wherever I go
That fear will return tomorrow, tomorrow
And wherever you go, it will follow
You stay secure and keep asking yourself “why”
Because the mistake doesn’t exist
And the fear doesn’t exist
Because you know you could be imagining that others hate you
Only to find yourself crying
Often you’d like a pair of wings
Often the more ordinary things
Often you embrace your stars
Or else the skin restricts you
And I will love you beyond each tomorrow
More than anyone else, more than you thought
Now I don’t care about pretending
You’re able to read my gaze
There are things that you’re not able to hide
There are things of yours that I can’t cry about
If only I knew how to lose without ever having to give myself up
But the mistake doesn’t exist
And the fear doesn’t exist
The fear, the fear, the fear doesn’t exist
