I'll sell my new shoes
To an old mannequin
To see if it will move
If it will stay still
Or if it will follow me along the way
I'll sell my diploma
To the progress experts
To build a new automa
To give them more prosperity
And success to me
To the art merchants
I'll sell my craziness
They'll keep me a bit at a distance
Who is normal
Hasn't got much fantasy
Raffaele is happy
He wasn't a soldier
But he travelled and he knows people
And he tells me: watch out
You're gonna be left outside
If you have nothing to offer the market
I'll sell my defeat
To those who need
To feel strong
And like a painting in the attic
I'll tell them about my bad luck
Raffaele is happy
He has never graduated
But he's studied and he heals people
And he tells me: watch out
You're gonna be left outside
If you have nothing to offer the market
I'll sell my anger
To all those good people
That would like to see me in jail
And maybe then
They'd find me funny
Everything has its price
But nobody will know
How much my freedom costs