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