Capasound, with the anger that's in the air, it's like
"Hey, I have a Che Guevara shirt and I'm going to Casa Pound"
Boar snouts, they punch and whip me
They crush me like carasau bread
I'm crazy crazy, follow me step by step
I smash Scientology windows while honking the horn
Low-heeled boots
I kick while shouting, "Liars, I'll kill you"
Act like an adult? I'd be crazy
Come with me, let's smash everything in Seattle
Naked in Red Square with my package in my fur hat
I dance like the Pussy Riot
And in my head, I hear Soviet choirs
They come to get me, they're like reminders
They defeated Napoleon, you understand?
They defeated Hitler, and me

They say that
I need to calm down and breathe a little more
They say that
I need to get the dog off that blue car
They say that
The foosball men upside down
Are not okay, okay, okay
But then they say that
I shouldn't equate faith and slavery
They say that
I should kiss you like t.A.T.u
They say that
They'll send me to the sky like a Soyuz
Okay, okay, okay
You must be right

I have obsessions, friend, serious ones
They make fun of me like chairs
It's like when you're sick with schizophrenia
And the priest convinces you that the devil possesses you
In front of the piano, I have visions
Like you approaching and asking me, "Do you play Allevi?"
I should heal, but between you and me
I have fewer chances than the weather forecast
Maybe I'll apologize to the leghisti
Maybe, I'll write in big letters
I want Padania free from Europe
Just for the pleasure of calling you non-EU citizens
I apologize to clubbers, posh people, politicians
Elves, warthogs, gnomes, and kings
Then they say artists are communists
You have communists in your head, like me

They say that
I need to calm down and breathe a little more
They say that
I need to get the dog off that blue car
They say that
The foosball men upside down
Are not okay, okay, okay
But then they say that
I shouldn't equate faith and slavery
They say that
I should kiss you like t.A.T.u
They say that
They'll send me to the sky like a Soyuz
Okay, okay, okay
You must be right

It's all the fault of boys too greedy
I was looking for space and they sent me to Gagarin
Now I watch them sitting on the bench
After tying them up and placing them on the tracks
I'm a train traveling in my forties
But I haven't yet burned off the adrenaline
I should be calm like De André
I'm like the rapper Andre, at three thousand
With the desire to jump on all stages
In this madhouse, they're all hawks
And they receive applause, yes
But embarrassing like those after landings
And you ask me to name names, be good
Dr. Zhivago told me, "Be vague"
And now I find myself with electrodes on my head
The Russians shouting, "Good, retract your ideas"

They say that
I need to calm down and breathe a little more
They say that
I need to get the dog off that blue car
They say that
The foosball men upside down
Are not okay, okay, okay
But then they say that
I shouldn't equate faith and slavery
They say that
I should kiss you like t.A.T.u
They say that
They'll send me to the sky like a Soyuz
Okay, okay, okay
You must be right

Caparezza communist, dasvidaniya
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Caparezza communist, dasvidaniya
Okay, okay, okay, okay

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