Edoardo Bennato - Specchio Delle Mie Brame

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Tell me who’s the best in the realm, ha ha ha
There’s a rival around who makes everyone sway
All with a rhythm, ah
Always the same, cold, almost unnatural
This doubt haunts me, who is it?
Electronic machine
Efficiency and logic
You can't compete
It's a pointless race
Rhythmic perfection
The reigning champion
Is a calculator that
Is worth much more than you
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I cannot resign myself, ah ha ha
I’m willing to do anything to return
Just to first place, ah
Tell me, tell me, what’s the price to pay
I’ll give you everything you want
Fever of music
First in the charts
Nothing impossible
Like in fairy tales
A magic phrase
Unique opportunity
My price is simple
I want your soul
For that applause I would receive
I would pay any price
Tomorrow the whole city, just my dance
Will dance
Beyond all limits
Outside the rules
To hold you tight
To take you in
Unique opportunity
A magic phrase
Nothing impossible
Like in fairy tales
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall

The eternal struggle of the artist between remaining true to oneself, even at the cost of not selling or selling little, or altering oneself and "commercializing" to sell more, even including one’s own soul.
And also the battle "electronic vs analog."
Both destined (perhaps) to remain unanswered...