Diploma [English translation]

Nothing gets to the heart like a gunshot

Or like a Maradona bomb in the Christmas holidays

Love your job even if you work at the checkout at McDonald's

Like a soldier on Via Roma at three in the morning

And we that have no money to eat

With this too gray Rome that makes us think

Bombs inside that stadium now closed in foils

I can't die today because it's not raining outside

She lives in uptown and

That bourgeois mother of hers fills herself with drugs

And I dreamed of New York, and I dreamed of smog

And the joints are good only for pushers and crazy people

The lights go out, but we don't

Everyone loves each other, but we don't

The diploma is just a piece of paper

And psychologists don't cure anxiety

The lights go out, but we don't

After what you did to me, you know how I am

And you are beautiful but you have the devil inside

And you are beautiful but I am gorgeous

Your father's Rolex is a handcuff

The bourgeoisie a cell

Dreams behind 100 plexiglass display cases

Spit on the mirror and blame your insecurity

Insecurity, the fault of many perhaps

Hypochondriac, coughing

Rich and poor end up in the same pits

As if nothing had happened

And you who haven't given me more than a moment

You who are always in a hurry like my heartbeat

They arrested my father this Christmas

He celebrated it in the bars without gifts under the tree

The lights go out, but we don't

Everyone loves each other, but we don't

The diploma is just a piece of paper

And psychologists don't cure anxiety

The lights go out, but we don't

After what you did to me, you know how I am

And you are beautiful but you have the devil inside

And you are beautiful but I am gorgeous