Party time, above the city
With many spells, for the coming year
Among the usual idiots, magicians, hairdressers
Gianni & Pinotto, but who is Pinocchio
Sister. Hit at the first ball
Sister. From a shrewd scoundrel
Party time, flower plastic ... Mmmm
Santa Claus, who works overtime
Hunting air, which tastes of holy war, of
Witch hunting, who got away with it.
To all the black Cats, almost extinct race
Against ignorance, the beautiful country 1 that advances
In the indifference in front of an assassin
The sign of the cross, which is against a kitten
People, pious believers , launch anathemas
Above the city, it's a parlor game
What's the truth, it's not new
People pay well for their sorcerers
That baby runs there. And which people will pay
That little girl, big and black eyes
Black as his thoughts
Sister. That the paying public
Sister. Consecrated great
Sister. You will remain that example
Like Jesus in the temple.
To red summer sunsets over the sea
In front of the horizon, like another front
To the missing stars, our birthdays
Never celebrated in all those years.
To the desires left suspended between earth and sky,
on that rainbow.
To the summer lull, year 1969
It was a day in July, and also to Beethowen ..
And how much it costs me to forget,
And I prefer to hurt myself.
But what unconsciousness, in this world without.
In this world without
To days lost between tears and smoke,
Under the batons used on the brothers.
To the years against, to the * years
To those of lead and damn slaughters.
To the lighted lights, of the fishermen
To all those nights, you spent outside
To the love given. Given without reservations.
To your heart, broken forever. Forever.
Siii ster...
1. Italy