The bourgeois gets angry when the proletarian wins big
He looks at you like Salvini looks at a Tunisian who has become Miss Padania
I always tell Fedez, don't take selfies on the boat
Then the thieves or the Equitalia inspectors will come

Hide your savings like underage lovers
Or the journalists will give you independent headlines
Pleasing them, it's a matter of design
Make a vineyard on the castles, not the penthouse at City life

Making my wine, it's culturally correct
Bio ice cream sponsor, politically Cornetto
Only electric car or bicycle
J-ax won't buy the Mercedes, he won't get a big head

I take certain trips
Me, Boschi and Guzzanti in the pool with heels
He will refound Lotta Continua with Gianluca Vacchi
Because the head was from Rotari it's for the poor

I know more than one punk beast with a lawyer father
Who pretends to be poor because he has never been
I contradict myself like an armed pacifist
I am the Communist Party but I have not arrived

Che Guevara and Fidel Castro had a collection of English motorcycles and Rolex
And the heart of a bad joker who wants the revolution but falls in love with a top model
Enough rap, rock, house, I pump Manu Chao on the Range Rover (Vanity Fair gives me the cover)
I sing bella ciao, bella ciao ciao, bella, ciaone
Communists with Rolex

Tiziano Ferro bought the penthouse next to Fedez
With the money saved at dinner with the English taxman
Me, if I open an account in Tokyo, the witch hunt starts
Even if at a press conference I say "I am Japanese"

And the public hates the poor who become bourgeois
Not the stories about the governments of the large banks understood
The exclusive to inconsistency is only of the Holy See
Who can give alms while driving a Mercedes

I saw Paolo Brosio with Briatore
In an off-shore church rediscovering the sense of religion
Now it makes no sense to be an entrepreneur
Might as well open a travel agency for Medjugorje

Son of an employee who lost her job at forty
I made money with the band and a bit of ink
I should do like Jova billionaire at cost
Being vegan and then eating bresaola in secret

Like Fred Vargas I was rooting for Battisti but Lucio
Like Berlinguer I always quoted Marx but Groucho
I sail in gold after sacrifices and stress
I am Columbus discovering the American Express

Che Guevara and Fidel Castro had a collection of English motorcycles and Rolex
And the heart of a bad joker who wants the revolution but falls in love with a top model
Enough rap, rock, house, I pump Manu Chao on the Range Rover (Vanity Fair gives me the cover)
I sing bella ciao, bella ciao ciao, bella, ciaone
Communists with Rolex
I sing bella ciao, bella ciao ciao, bella, ciaone
Communists with Rolex
Bella ciao, bella ciao ciao, bella, ciaone

The truth is that I will never make it
To be part of an elite
I am tacky and pretentious, I am radical kitsch
Zero French nanny, I went to my grandfather's house
Full of stuffed animals like in horror movies

That then the new communists are in fact the kings of luxury
But I don't notice any contempt towards a Russian magnate
I take pictures with your children who tear my clothes
It's true, we are communists eaten by children

The truth is that some people always hate you
Might as well get hated doing what you really love

Because in the end my ideal is real socialism
That increasingly social and increasingly less social

Che Guevara and Fidel Castro had a collection of English motorcycles and Rolex
And the heart of a bad joker who wants the revolution but falls in love with a top model
Enough rap, rock, house, I pump Manu Chao on the Range Rover (Vanity Fair gives me the cover)
I sing bella ciao, bella ciao ciao, bella, ciaone
Communists with Rolex

Bella ciao, bella ciao ciao, bella, ciaone
Communists with Rolex
Bella ciao, bella ciao ciao, bella, ciaone
Communists with Rolex
Bella ciao, bella ciaone (communists with Rolex)
Bella ciao, bella ciaone (communists with Rolex)

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