In this era of low fidelity and very high volume
The shocking noise of the radio never leaves us
And how many angry singers and musicians
Who would do better to stop smoking
Bad very high production consumption
The music is tired, it can't take it anymore
And how many good-looking singers
Who would be better off keeping company
Disco, disco, telegatti
(I'll never fall in love again
Come with me at the end of the rainbow)
Take me away from this absurd world
From illusions and hereditary paths
/>Take me into a beehive
Or into the silkworms and away from these people
And away from my neighbor who always turns on the record player
In this era of low intelligence and high involution
/>Some idiots still believe that we come from monkeys
And the sun is just a ball of fire
And they didn't realize that it is a form of a stage of energy
Adam grasped the fruit from the tree of knowledge
Then the last apple fell on his head
Causing Newton with a hematoma

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