Psychologa! [English translation]

Who? Who do they carry on their hands?

And whose, whose, whose? Whose name do they shout out?

Is it a new revolution?

Of whose honour? Of whose name?

Is it? Is it a positive hero?

Is it? Is it a negative hero?

Who? Who do they carry on their hands?

What is this song for? Why is this torment?

All of these politicians and journalists

All of these policemen and footballers

Every, every arm and leg

My whole world needs a psychologist

My whole country needs a psychologist

My whole world needs, to recover itself

I am an economist, very astutely

I will change everything in a few years

Also my nickname

I'll push stones into my pockets

I'll push stones into my pockets

The students walking uptight in this place

They're geared up

It doesn't turn me on

I live, live, live, live

But I live, I live

Mum, I don't know if you know

That I don't care about GDP

Mum, I don't know if you know, that I don't care

About high inflation's rate,

Perennial problem of allocation,

Migration of industrial people

without creditability

I will manage by myself

I'm fed of your dreams

I will manage by myself

All of politicians and journalists...

Oi!