Alone, alone
I don't remember at what time
In the dark night
I'm not afraid
Even though it's nighttime
I look down at the ground
Because, you know, it doesn't seem so
But here there is a war
It's not that I fear the Indians or the Romanians,
those who sleep on the street
Most of the time they are the calmest
Sometimes the policemen stop them
But if they stop me
'Cause I have drank not exactly some tea
Perhaps I'm blonde and I speak English
And shit gets real
Shits in uniform1
Oh shit what a bummer
This is the Italy that hates the Indian who pumps gas
Good morning Miss, how beautiful you are
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What are you doing tonight?
I would give you a bite
You seem like an apple
I'll add cinnamon not a bit of sugar and I'll throw you in a pan
It's a pleasure, I'm Mandela
Manila, Prague, Tirana, take the metro, get off at Havana
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
Messina, Guadalajara, from the Vatican to Ankara
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
Beijing, Lima, Ljubljana, from Gioia Tauro, you to go Guatemala
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
Brazil, Copacabana, you dine in Milan, you sleep in Tijuana
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
I stop myself for a moment
I watch the sky on the Temple
And I imagine myself a vacation
I see you happy, I smile, and I leave again
Good morning Miss, how beautiful you are
Mix? Leave a tip!
What are you doing tonight?
I would give you a bite
You seem like an apple
I'll add cinnamon not a bit of sugar and I'll throw you in a pan
It's a pleasure, I'm Mandela
Manila, Prague, Tirana, take the metro, get off at Havana
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
Messina, Guadalajara, from the Vatican to Ankara
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
Beijing, Lima, Ljubljana, from Gioia Tauro, you to go Guatemala
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
Brazil, Copacabana, you dine in Milan, you sleep in Tijuana
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
I stop myself for a moment
I watch the sky on the Temple
And I imagine myself a vacation
I see you happy, I smile, and I leave again
And the wind has risen
I'm gonna go for a bit of a stroll
It's a neighbourhood of the world
Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place
Manila, Prague, Tirana, you're born in Angola, you die in Padania
1. Reference to an incident in 2017 when two policemen in Florence abused two American students, taking advantage of their drunkenness.