Abiura di me [English translation]

If you think that i can change the world you’re really wrong.

It’s enough if I change my underwear.

I just want to give you a so bad headache until you will jump into the void like a stunt-man.

You think I was lying? Bravo!

I’m the dragon of Puzzle Bobble.

Just like Crash I like breaking boxes (in Italian “boxes” is used like “balls”. “to break boxes” is like “to break balls”) but I risk to be punched like Double Dragon.

It should be because of this that there’s always some blogger that would like to run over me just like Frogger.

I will bore his wheels and bye bye, he can just do me a Sega Megadrive.

You’ll not see me saving any Lemming, nor staying here doing mould just like Fleming.

Don’t give me Grammy Awards nor stars awards, but play your penny and push “Start”.

I want to be up a level,

I want to give life to what I write.

I’m paranoiac and obsessive until the abjuration of me.

I go up a level where I can give life to what I write.

I’m paranoiac and obsessive until the abjuration of me.

I do politic even when I breath,

I don’t write music playing Guitar Hero.

These topics make me feel alive in the midst of too much Resident Evil zombies.

Which star, I close myself like a hedgehog more than Sonic,

Until I lose my armour just like in Ghost ‘n’ Goblins.

I show myself naked,

I don’t hide myself like Snake in Metal Gear Solid.

I’ve got 500 chiks, do you understand?

I do songs, not catechism!

I take money with a standing up fist like Super Mario but I never spent them

To do lines like in Tetris.

The rap scene is controversial, I escape with a jump like Prince of Persia.

I don’t play Konami Olympiads, if I remove hands I still have agitation.

I don’t come from the street, I’m too much nerd,

I don’t join that suit, I’ve got too much flirts.

I live with people that with Red Alert spends its life on cubes like Q.Bert.

I saw fools recalling old ghosts like PacMan and Dan Aykroid.

I saw strong men that solve problems building walls that they later beat down like I did in Arkanoid.

Not even Freud could explain me why by nights I’m to increase weapons.

Because Earth seems so evil to me that in a comparison Silent Hill looks like Mouseton.

I’ve got to write or I get mad,

I don’t mind if you join my toughts.

I don’t walk on clouds like Wonder Boy. Do you think I’m the Messiah? It’s your problem!