Before you wanted me and then you wanted me dead
My world is Hell, if you want I'll take you there
Here the kids are playing Gomorrah
And the parents to gun each others
Every Saturday night in the square sitting on the ground
Some friends are far away and some are in a barracks
And you left me because being close to me kills you
I keep the blood that our wounds have lost
The bus does not pass, Rome is a cage
I would like to talk to you, but I see you distracted
My mother who no longer looks me in the face
I lie down on a sidewalk and hope it'd be sand
At the school occupation we all felt a bit at home
Basically we are a generational cut
We are made of water and now there is a storm
And the future scares us more than anything else
And the end scares us more than anything else
Failure scares us because the winners
Are the only ones who will write history
And don't tell me to calm down, it doesn't work
The problem with children is not drugs
Don't expect me to bring you a rose
I bring you my heart in half and my blood dripping
Television does not transmit values
We grew up with the beatings at demonstrations
And my cultural background was not filled by the school
I saw you in the Orientale1 crying alone
If I think about you too much I think of '682
Dressed in a bit of nothing, with ghosts over you
I would like to reflect myself in some painting that I do not know
But then I know myself
And we are tramps and dragonflies, but on the road
A stray dog at the Magliana3 intersection
Time that in the end has never changed you
I don't see you around anymore, you tell me where you went
And your house is a madhouse, it feels like home
And if I don't answer you, don't give me another call
You spent hours in trains for a downtown Saturday
And you were a dream, but I woke up in a cold sweat
And the future scares us more than anything else
And the end scares us more than anything else
Failure scares us because the winners
Are the only ones who will write history
And don't tell me to calm down, it doesn't work
The problem with children is not drugs
Don't expect me to bring you a rose
I bring you my heart in half and my blood dripping
1. It is probably a reference to a specific shop or more generally to an area of east Rome 2. The 1968 movement in Italy or "Sessantotto" was inspired by distaste for traditional Italian society and international protests. The Battle of Valle Giulia at Rome University on 1 March 1968 was the last action in which students left and right-wing were together, because on 16 March following the assault on the University La Sapienza, there was a gap between "movementists" and reactionaries.3. The Magliana (Italian pronunciation: [maʎˈʎaːna]) is an urban zone of Rome , known as 15E of Municipio XI of Rome. The neighborhood became particularly infamous from the late '70s onwards due to the high levels of crime, particularly due to the presence of the Banda della Magliana, a Roman Mafia-like organization which at one point took control of most of the city's criminal activities, and was so named by the press because many of its original members hailed from the Magliana neighborhood.