On the street, princesses rummaging through the trash
The geniuses are all locked up in asylums
We are no longer people, we are just polynomials
In Spoon River there is a tombstone with our names written on it

I've never had a gun, nor a water pistol
I will die without ever having worn a tie
I will die without ever having kissed one
Screaming like a deaf person under a distracted moon

But I know a place that others don't know
After the black forest, the path of the spider nests
When the crickets will sing, the adults will dance together
Above the bones of the partisans buried in the mud

And I will be eternally grateful to my listeners
But I have to tell you one of the worst things
We are twenty-year-olds vomited from the Berlusconi era
And music will not save you, save yourselves

Am I alone, is there someone just like me?
Fists clenched, traps, ready to explode
My generation hates rhetorical phrases
It's just our story written in poor words
So everyone shut up, I have to say something
Everyone shut up, I have to say something
Everyone shut up, I have to say something
Here glasses are raining and we are standing still

In the promised land you will be welcome
Mothers speak from a glass with their detained children
We are no longer people but only names and surnames
Footballers behind a ball of illusions

On the street, princesses rummaging through the trash
The geniuses are all locked up in asylums
We are no longer people, we are just polynomials
In Spoon River there is a tombstone with our names written on it

I have no tattoos, nor a accommodating tone
A terrible model for the dominant culture
I don't believe in hell or heaven, I don't believe you Dante
I believe in writing, immortality of art

But I know a place that others don't know
Beyond the silver desert, the path of the spider nests
When the swans will sing, the children will play together
On the land that our fathers conquered by fighting

And I will be eternally grateful to my listeners
I ask for attention from all "Ladies and gentlemen"
Music is a means to get what you want
I am just a voice, you are the heroes

Am I alone, is there someone just like me?
Fists clenched, traps, ready to explode
My generation hates rhetorical phrases
It's just our story written in poor words
So everyone shut up, I have to say something
Everyone shut up, I have to say something
Everyone shut up, I have to say something
Here glasses are raining and we are standing still

In the promised land you will be welcome
Mothers speak from a glass with their detained children
We are no longer people but only names and surnames
Footballers behind a ball of illusions

On the street, princesses rummaging through the trash
The geniuses are all locked up in asylums
We are no longer people, we are just polynomials

Am I alone, is there someone just like me?
Fists clenched, traps, ready to explode
My generation hates rhetorical phrases
It's just our story written in poor words
So everyone shut up, I have to say something
Everyone shut up, I have to say something
Everyone shut up, I have to say something
Here glasses are raining and we are standing still

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