Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving

We are left only with the wind, the wind
Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care

While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind

I swear to you, mom
This is the last coffee I'm drinking
The little rest makes me nervous
And I wonder
If only dust will remain
In my hands
And the result will be running
On those ships
The sons of bitches
Blow up my plans
They want to treat us
Like poor slaves
And who dreams of a faraway America
Like a century ago the blood
Of our ancestors
Forgotten by the eternal father
Here burns the hell
And who never stands still
It's because he's tired inside
Walking with his head held high
Listening to the voice of the wind
He will have hit the mark

Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind
Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind

I speak on behalf of a generation
That here has nothing left
And is forced to depend
Always on people
Go away up to the top
But with the mind down
Only the wind remains
To us artists
More and more
With suitcase in hand
We cross a nation
That does not give opportunities or value
To what we invent
I can't take it anymore
Thirty years in this shit
But I roll up my sleeves
That we start again
If you think that when you grow up you reason like this
Then kid
You didn't understand a thing
I was waiting for you
And for the next end of the world
As an old sage said
I hope I get by

Look at the people how they feel the wind
On the skin and the smell of things for the soul
And what they find and call truth,
Sensitivity for the air in a charge
I would like to understand now the time
That I have available
To confess my sins
And how many no, lord
And what they try to call truth
Sensitivity for the air and wind for the soul

Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind
Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind

I swear to you, mom
This is the last coffee I'm drinking
Like Troisi
It makes me nervous
And then I wonder
When the stories will end
Always the same
Time passes me by, FS

I throw the last stone
Among sinners we understand each other
And you welcome to the south
Now we explain it to you
I carry a cross like Jesus Christ
On Calvary
It's that of being Italian
Do you know my name? Good
The people who appreciate me
For what I am
Because sometimes there is no price
For that sound
My ideas will continue to travel
With the voice of the wind
Of those who have nothing
And who knows how to sing

Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind
Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind
Do you hear me?

Do you hear me? I am the voice of those who don't care
While the ships are leaving
We are left only with the wind, the wind

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