Uomo contorto
Cinemavolta Lyrics


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Tracce di nevrosi
Manie persecutorie
Sindrome di Burn-out
Sento che ho anche quella

Sento di cadere
Penso col bicchiere
Di annegare
Il pudore

Tu sai bene di avermi ridotto ad un uomo contorto

Sempre più insicuro
Sguardo appeso al muro
Placo questo vuoto
Foderandolo di poco

Chiuso dentro casa
Vorrei un po' d'aria aperta
Ma se esco
Manca il mio divano





Tu sai bene di avermi ridotto ad un uomo contorto

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Cinemavolta's "Uomo contorto" describe a person who is struggling with various mental health issues such as neuroses, persecutory mania, and burnout syndrome. The singer of the song feels that they too are falling into these dark places. They use alcohol as a coping mechanism, seeking solace in the bottom of a glass, but this only serves to reinforce feelings of shame and isolation.


The singer's loved one is aware of their struggles and acknowledges that they have been reduced to a contorted version of themselves. The person described in the song is increasingly insecure, and their gaze is fixed on the wall, trying to placate the emptiness they feel inside. They try to fill the void with small things but are unable to shake the feeling that they are trapped, enclosed in their own home. The singer longs for fresh air but finds it impossible to leave the comfort of their own couch.


Line by Line Meaning

Tracce di nevrosi
I have signs of mental illness


Manie persecutorie
I have a tendency to believe that people are out to get me


Sindrome di Burn-out
I am experiencing burnout syndrome


Sento che ho anche quella
I feel like I have all of these issues


Sento di cadere
I feel like I am falling apart


Penso col bicchiere
I am using alcohol to cope


Di annegare
I feel like I am drowning


Il pudore
My sense of shame


Tu sai bene di avermi ridotto ad un uomo contorto
You know you have reduced me to a twisted, distorted person


Sempre più insicuro
I am becoming increasingly insecure


Sguardo appeso al muro
My gaze is fixed on the wall


Placo questo vuoto
I try to fill this emptiness


Foderandolo di poco
But I can only fill it a little bit


Chiuso dentro casa
I am stuck inside my house


Vorrei un po' d'aria aperta
I want some fresh air


Ma se esco
But if I leave


Manca il mio divano
I miss my couch




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