Long live happiness, long live even those who don't have it
Those who take it, those who give it
Who's bad and steals a little piece from you
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
I prefer the people's festivals to the state ones
I was born in a neighborhood and I am proud of
An infamous neighborhood wit the name of a saint
Where I've found joy and pain
Love, life, the amphetamine
To switch evening for morning
To leave home and only find café receipts
Whistling a song, I think of me and you
And you need a little piece
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
You have an idea of how much I can love you
Deep down in my hopes there's still so much to find
And you have an idea of my existential need
And as the time hurriedly flows, you
You are always more beautiful and I'd like to be able to give you
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And there are those who get happy with a part-time job
Not practicing what they preach
It's enough to say that the government is a joke
To eat pizza and then be a fan
To go on vacation at Ferragosto
With the pails, buckets and the sand
Complaining in a cage
To go to the bakery to buy bread
Water, wine, and a little piece
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
You have an idea of how much I can love you
Deep down in my hopes there's still so much to find
And you have an idea of my existential need
And as the time hurriedly flows, you
You are always more beautiful and I'd like to be able to give you
More more more
More more more
Long live happiness, and long live those who don't have it
Those who take it, those who give it
Who's bad and steals a little piece from you
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece
A little piece