First you wanted me and then you wanted me dead
My world is Hell, if you want I'll take you there
Here the kids play Gomorrah
And the parents are at each other's throats
Every Saturday night in the square sitting on the ground
Some friends are far away and some are in a barracks
And you left me because being near me kills you
I keep the blood that our wounds have lost
The bus doesn't pass, Rome is a cage
I would like to talk to you, but I see you distracted
My mother who no longer looks me in the face
I lie down on a sidewalk and hope it's sand
At the school occupation we all felt a bit at home
In the end we are a generational cut
We are made of water and now a storm is coming

And the future scares us more than anything else
And the end scares us more than anything else
Failure scares us because the winners
Are the only ones who will write the story
And don't tell me to calm down, it's not a thing
The problem with kids is not drugs
Don't expect me to bring you a rose
I bring you my half heart and my bleeding blood

The television does not broadcast values
We grew up with beatings at demonstrations
And my cultural baggage is not filled by school
I saw you at the Oriental crying alone
If I think about you too much I think about '68
Dressed in almost nothing with ghosts on
I would like to reflect myself in some painting that I don't know
But then I know myself
And we are bums and dragonflies, but on the street
A stray dog at the intersection of Magliana
The time that in the end never changed you
I don't see you around anymore, tell me where you went
And your house is a madhouse, I feel like I'm at home
And if I don't answer you, don't make another call
You spent hours on trains for a Saturday downtown
And you were a dream, but I woke up sweating cold

And the future scares us more than anything else
And the end scares us more than anything else
Failure scares us because the winners
Are the only ones who will write the story
And don't tell me to calm down, it's not a thing
The problem with kids is not drugs
Don't expect me to bring you a rose
I bring you my half heart and my bleeding blood

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