while dorapezzilli
extorts and fills us up
and vomits poison
sometime being right,
while the belgian one
pays custom duties
and brings to us
out of romanian
members of parliament
three more tons,
while I dream to kiss
hillary clinton's
fat beautiful legs,
I drove all nite (*)
on the road to skopje
the sun and the moon
traces of blues
the red mountains
in which I hope
and put myself
changing the gears
u r a heavy sow
without speed
u move n shake
under my ass hole
what a shit of chassis
vivaldi e albinoni
keep u on the road
but the next time
wanna an alfaromeo
then inside there we find
the white men the blue men
the red ones some of them are women
all of them internationals we transnationals
never more pacifist john takes off from aviano
on board of his ef-sixteen, a-hour-job
bombs into the mig's hangars
teflon on the roads and the railways
and trial to the bloody criminals of war
honour to the servicemen fell in bosnia
legitime proud of the uncorrupted italy
I'm not cold
but now u'r important
and I feel u movin'away
who gained because
our being together
now works to split us
n maybe u don't remember
when we've been one body
n felt greatest pleasure
by each other by the rem
queen elton john roxette
gun and roses videoclips
via satellite on music-television
into that unbelievable atmosphere
with that unforgettable digital
display out of the window
in that town so colder
more awful n sad than "our" milano
with the zig-zag-walkin'
drunk people on the road
that road where the wind
was always blowin' on your hair
on your hat darling...
the cinema pizza-hut our disputes...
yes I'm stupid I love u...
but if u ask me to stop...
oh no, gimme more sorrow ! (**)
n Marco Pannella isn't god
he is a man a person
bathed by the stars n the moon rays
immersed in the time and in the darkness... (***)
he's a comrade he's the leader
who leads us where
the goal is very hard
but to try it is a must (****)
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(*) Lauper
(**) Nannini
(***) Sappho
(****) Montale
