Fegato, fegato spappolato [English translation]

Spring insists in the morning

from my kitchen i see the round world,

always, every morning different

from the day before

from the day before

in the mouth a bitter taste that sucks me

who knows what I drank

I get out of bed and i think of my poor

mashed liver, liver

mashed liver, liver.

My mother says i have to go to the doctor

to have an examination, a check up.

your face sucks

look how weak you are

i bet you'll go badly

i look at her in her eyes with a strange smile

though i see her, but maybe she's really right

But out in the village there's a party

i'll have a tour

I have not even told my mother chasing me with my new suit,

my escape is quick

i put on my shoes and i'm out

it's a godd day, i don't notice people looking disturbed at me,

i'm used, i'm seasoned

i'm controlled

now you think around

it's clear i'm a junkie, junkie, junkie

the party is always the same

the taste of bells, and that's not bad

someone go in the church and others are smoking as aperitif, before having lunch

Fini has been raised recently is not yet awake

is not yet awake and he's so pissed

that i can't even even even

even speak

Evening is coming

it's always the same

people drowning in the only disco room

it takes something to float on this shit

on this shit

and i don't care if tomorrow

i'll wake up aggain with that bad taste in my mouth, in my mouth,

in my mouth.................yeah