Irama lyrics and meaning of the unreleased demo given to fans at the end of the concert San Siro of 11 June 2026.
At the end of the live show that marked his debut in the stadiums, the singer-songwriter wanted to leave a final gift to the thousands of people present. During the final greetings, some sheets containing a QR code which linked to a letter signed by the artist and an unreleased demo were distributed to the public.
In the message, Irama he explained that he wanted to share that song in its most sincere form, adding that he doesn't even know if it will ever be officially released. A gesture that transformed a simple demo into a sort of emotional appendix to the concert, intended for those who participated in the evening.
The content distributed via QR code can also be consulted online at this address: folder shared by Irama.
Irama: the meaning of the demo given to fans at San Siro
More than directly explaining the meaning of the demo, the message left by Irama he tells fans why he chose to share it.
In the PDF distributed via QR code at the end of the concert San Sirothe singer-songwriter describes the live show as the culmination of ten years of music, changes and people met along the way. An achievement which, in his words, acquires value only thanks to the public who accompanied him up to that moment.
The demo is presented as a gift left to fans in its most authentic form. Irama in fact, he explains that he doesn't even know if the song will ever be officially published, but that he wanted to share it as it is, without further steps or transformations.
In this sense the meaning of the choice seems to be linked to the idea of closeness with the public. After telling how some songs are born in a room and then belong to thousands of people, the artist entrusts those present with a fragment of his still unfinished work, transforming it into a memory linked to an evening that he defines as unrepeatable.
The message left by Irama to the fans of San Siro
Together with the demo, the QR code distributed at the end of the concert also linked to a letter signed by Irama. This is the text of the message:
San Siro contains ten years of music, changes, people and moments that, in one way or another, have brought us all there.
For me it was something I will always remember. But the truth is that this stage only made sense together with you. This is why I feel that, after all, it was our San Siro.
There are songs that are born in a room and end up belonging to thousands of people. And it's something that maybe you never really get used to.
This evening there was an exchange of energy that is difficult to explain. One of those moments that only really exist while you experience them, but which then remain inside you forever. A shared memory that will continue to live over time, within each of us.
I hope that whoever is reading these words has experienced strong emotions. I hope that, even for just a few seconds, he felt truly present. That the background noise, the thoughts, everything else… even for just an instant have been eliminated.
Because perhaps this is precisely the beauty of music: being able to stop time for a moment and make us feel something real.
I also wanted to leave you a demo of a song. I don't know if it will ever really come out, but I wanted to give it to you like this, in its most sincere form.
Thanks to those who chose to be there to celebrate these first ten years of my journey with me.
“To those who will always be there”. See you on tour.
The lyrics of the unreleased demo of Irama
One row, two rows, three rows, four rows,
all lined up like candles
and if I think about it I get anxious
and I don't feel like going out in front of an audience
that changes like light bulbs.
One thorn, two thorns, three thorns, four thorns,
I can't sleep at the end of the bed.
That I spoke to you at your party
and I can understand it
that you almost don't care about anymore
how it will end.
Life is a drooling dog,
I dry myself on the street,
mounted your head,
yes, the wrong one.
It wasn't the same
when you destroyed the house,
for every bullshit,
for just one bullshit.
I'm not looking for an answer,
I'm looking for a bye bye,
because deep down you know the answer anyway.
Love broke my bones like muay thai,
your photo,
a flight that takes off without Wi-Fi.
Two grams in your pocket,
benzodiazepines to disappear.
They are all lined up like candles
and if I think about it with a cold mind I would be poisoned.
You're right
when you said I would change.
I spit on the ground,
I spit at the table,
my party.
I don't have a soul,
the noise in my head doesn't pass me by,
it won't pass me,
life won't change me,
just one won't be enough for me.
I spit on the ground,
I spit at the table.
My party is a fairy tale,
the pain in my head doesn't go away
and it won't pass me by,
love won't calm me down,
in the end it won't change me.
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