Miss, please let me pass
I'm a hungry Italian
I've always worked in life
But they didn't always pay me
I made some mistakes, accepted out of hunger
Undeclared jobs
And despite being unemployed
For the State I am unoccupied
Too old for new jobs
But a bit too far from retirement
According to what they announced to me today
I could be dead and reborn
I would never want to end up
Like my friend Donato did
Who finally gave himself to that noose
All this for
Chercher l'argent
In every place it's a sovereign law:
Those who have their hands in the dough move forward
Those who belong to a certain caste
Enthusiastically trample, spoil and override
Those who bust their ass every week
Sweating soaked like a gymnast
Choosing to be honest people
Who knead the dough for a few coins in their pocket
(We) have no qualms
We never back down
We are the ones who advance
Little by little but we earn it
(We) finding enjoyable
The challenge for growth
We throw ourselves without falling
Always moving with a lot of
Calm, so much calm
Making sure our dream happens
Learning to shine we light the way
Trying to create a healthier life after which
Whatever happens, happens
As long as the fog clears
I want to gorge myself on life
Preparing for another challenge knowing that
The path taken was for me
Necessary to grow
No remorse, nothing to regret
Every obstacle, I know, tailored for me
Life made me understand:
I have everything to lose
If I were to take a step back
I know I would return to

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