Si scrive schiavitù si legge libertà [English translation]

I hear all kinds of speeches on humanity

but we aren't humans, we're monkeys wrapped in nice clothing.

Children without values but very well educated,

vomited from a system that has swallowed us.

Here to become great you need very little,

just don't end up in the circle of the inverted,

spend half of your time spitting on those who are different

and then spend the rest of it running about with transvestites.

But this is my nation that weighs on my choices,

screaming revolution with its arms crossed.

Now that benefit leaves room for approval

I understand how demeaning it is to die without a fight.

No instinct to escape, just to drag oneself over each other in an overcrowded tank.

Convinced by now that the world would never have changed

we felt that we were ready but we're not, never have been.

But here the truth

is that it is written slavery but read freedom.

Exchange peace signs to the ball of outcasts

but it's hard to hug each other when you have your wrists bound.

But here the truth

is that it is written slavery but read freedom.

Don't try propaganda in strange messages,

I don't have the charisma and self esteem of your uncomfortable characters.

They're fake like you, they're false like you,

they're the last of the assholes and the first of the hypocrites.

If God made us in his likeness then don't believe in his eyes

because it is he who taught us to be able to cry on command.

Where there is suffering there is always at the back a gain

and if there is no God, well, they should invent one.

Although we are not really behind bars,

this world is a prison with a slightly larger cell

and to take clichés and nestle them in lyrics

is the smartest way to say what I don't think.

And if the world excludes you you shut yourself away in your own universe

but nothing revolves around you if you revolve around yourself.

Convinced by now that the world would never have changed

we felt that we were ready but we're not, never have been.

But here the truth

is that it is written slavery but read freedom.

Exchange peace signs to the ball of outcasts

but it's hard to hug each other when you have your wrists bound.

But here the truth

is that it is written slavery but read freedom.

They eat a plate of dust seasoned with sweat,

but it takes just a little success and they forget the taste.

My father was right, Guccini was right:

to make songs you do not make revolutions

Convinced by now that the world would never have changed

we felt that we were ready but we're not, never have been.

But here the truth

is that it is written slavery but read freedom.

Exchange peace signs to the ball of outcasts

but it's hard to hug each other when you have your wrists bound.

But here the truth

is that it is written slavery but read freedom.