Please, lord of the woods
Check the packages we've hidden
Hunt the infamous, the harvest is abundant
Help those who run away, cheat the cop

Hey bro, you come from Milan, I don't (no)
I'm too far out of the way to play hip hop (click, clack)
I call a friend to play Xbox (pew-pew-pew)
Then we drive in a meadow and arrive late to kickboxing
If they cut those trees you would see the lake (yeah)
On the fourth floor of the building you observe everything (hey)
City of humans and animals, meadows and buildings
Cats on the windowsills and fights between crazies (grrah)
I give the leftovers of the parties to stray cats
At the Chinese stir-fried dishes or skipped meals
At U2 and at the Coop, fried egg or coq
I saw a golf at the flea market, I haven't changed for a while
Change the water of the bong (yah)
I ran away from home, not from here (nah, nah)
I could live in the city, I just don't want to
It's a toilet without a cell, there's grass underground
Maybe one day the gazelle passes and I go straight back to jail (shit)

But I said "No", I'm fine without money for now
As long as I have my bros I have something, we go to the woods and play
In the fantasy woods of the area until the coat gets dirty
And heavy rain sinks us and we make a bomb and return
Life only lasts a moment
You take the pictures, but you're part of the landscape (click)
Games under the flakes, games under the arcades
With dogs like at the North Pole and Mount Rosa shocking

So', we take a bus that takes us downtown (skrrt)
A little more fun won't hurt us, no
But then we come back with dark circles, drunk on the rails
In acid I chew a grape
And then in summer that smell of streets
After the storm that makes the thermometer explode
And there's Totoro hitchhiking the bus (skrrt)
Please help him, he's a dear friend of mine

(Hey) Hey bro, you come from Milan, I don't
I'm too far out of the way to get into the Hilton
I'm a hick, Kid Rock
I drink two Bocks in Cocquio in cop
I'm not wasting money on slots
You with the smog, we don't (yeah)
I'll make a bonfire at night to warm up with my bros
And then I'll have a new memory and some asshole the hate
And I fuck in an empty parking lot, and I'm here from Bolo to Polo
Jacket, no polo, you down bottle alone

But I said: "No", I'm fine without money for now
As long as I have my bros I have something, we go to the woods and play
In the fantasy woods of the area until the coat gets dirty
And heavy rain sinks us and we make a bomb and return
Life only lasts a moment
You take the pictures, but you're part of the landscape
Games under the flakes, games under the arcades
With dogs like at the North Pole and Mount Rosa shocking

So', we stop the car and then we smoke inside
A little more resentment won't hurt us, no
How cold, how hungry with the dogs on the street
There's no point in feeling bad, bro
Do what you have to do, you work to eat
And if you work you're hungrier, oh
How many glances at the already snow-covered mountains
Put on polarized lenses because we're at the North Pole

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