I write, I describe my fears
You live in misery but you're no longer afraid for your sisters
You're no longer afraid for your sisters
And she for her daughters whom she held for hours
They told you "forget them yes, all your buddies forget them"
You gave them everything, why are you justifying yourself? I didn't tell you to swear it
You didn't scream when you had to
All your buddies left you, you were slumped
I found you all slumped
Attracted by the atmosphere, they were all hungry
And you get lost, smoke some weed
A smoke disperses, a layer of stress, a pack of nerves
A miscellaneous fact in the press

It's madness, madness, madness, madness, madness
You heard the noise of the boli-boli-bolides
It's madness, madness, madness
You shot at her heart the blood flows the scene is horrible
It's, it's madness, madness, madness
You heard the noise of the boli-boli-bolides
It's madness, madness, madness
You shot at her heart the blood flows the scene is horrible

As for her, she had too many feelings
He was leaving gently
She would have done anything for you to come back
For you to cherish her, for you to hold her
For love she cries out in hunger
She doesn't care about her little family
She doesn't care about her little family, for you she neglects her family
Like that buddy who screwed you over
Nothing for honor, everything for the biz'
Don't put a bill in her suitcase
You didn't dress in your suitcase
Like that buddy who screwed you over
Nothing for honor, everything for the biz'
That's what the weakest tell themselves

It's madness, madness, madness, madness, madness
You heard the noise of the boli-boli-bolides
It's madness, madness, madness
You shot at her heart the blood flows the scene is horrible
It's, it's madness, madness, madness
You heard the noise of the boli-boli-bolides
It's madness, madness, madness
You shot at her heart the blood flows the scene is horrible

Your buddy left you, your girl hurt you
You saw everyone in disaster
Because in the end it's you who has to take it
You thought he was loyal like Attilio
But he's going to end up in a silo
He is hated like a gyro' he is hated just like Ciro
The guy is schizo, he talks about philosophy
He doesn't have a penny in his pocket but
He talks about kilos

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