I remember years ago
peeking inside a bar
I heard a jukebox that was playing
and in the dreams of children
the guitar was a sword
and the ones who didn't believable were a pirate!
and the desire to sing
and the desire to fly
perhaps then was when I got it
perhaps it was only madness
but it was the only way
to always say what I wanted
I could never become
chief executive officer
of the postal or rail services
I could never build a career
on the evening papers
also because I would end up in jail!
Never will anyone give me
their vote to speak
or to decide their future
in my group
they are all not serous people
which cannot be trusted
Look instead the scientists,
the doctors, the lawyers,
the herd of ministers and legislators!
Think that right on this moment
exactly while I am singing
they are working seriously!
for the doubts and the questions
that haunt your mind
but don't worry about them
they are at your service
and always, without hesitation
they will answer you
I don't have any answers
I only make rock'n' roll
if it suits you
I cannot do more than that
The party promoters
have given me another invitation
and they have told me that it ends badly
if I don't also come along
at the general meeting
of the great national holiday!
They said that I can't
refuse now
that I owe my success to them,
that I'm crazy and reckless
that I am an ungrateful
a subversive, a half criminal
But what should be done
I would not seem normal
but the instinct that makes me fly
there is no game or fiction
because the only illusion
is that of reality, of reason
but to those with bad intentions
always on a witch hunt
I say: No! This is not a serious thing
that's it, if you please
but let me vent
don't drive me into a corner
or with all the air in my lungs
I'll shout you: There is no fear!
But what politics, what culture,
they are only little songs
don't drive me into a corner
they're o...
they're o...
they're only little songs!