we have the most beautiful language in the world
but we speak it with bitterness and without strength
and this hurts
giving life to art like no other people
we are satisfied with faded copies
br/>but how much it hurts
we invented the university 
and we allow ourselves to be taken for fools
but look at the stupid people
We have created a country like no other
and then we have our ability stolen
and this is pitiful
The light illuminates
the remaining façade
held up by pylons
papier-mâché columns
paint the sky if it were reality 
nobody wants to live there
in this Cinecittà 
Reduced to extras in a shoddy tragicomedy
we act and we pay
but aren't you interested?
We let ourselves be managed by a rubbish show director
who uses us and mocks us, while the world laughs at us
but don't you want to know?
No one has the drive to change anything anymore
no one fights, we will carry on as always
it's up to you
The fifth gears won't hold up much longer
the sewer rats abandon the sinking ship
taking away everything they it has value
but do you just want to watch, how does your identity disappear?
how much sweetness can you tolerate before you vomit?
the colorful and rotten fruit
la dolce vita exists only for who pays
the destroyed and trampled nature and who cares?
the cheers cover the cries for help
but do you seriously want to really live in the midst of this lie?
destroy this stage and rebuild this country
let's not allow ourselves to be separated
by jealousies and injustices implanted in our heads
The light illuminates
the remaining façade
held by pylons
papier-mâché columns
Italy, cradle of the creators
we are the ones who can create everything from nothing
why don't we start doing it
by chasing away those
who from everything, they created nothing

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