I will sell my new shoes
to an old mannequin
to see if it moves
if it stays still
or if it follows me on the way
I will sell my diploma
to the masters of progress
to build a new automaton
that will give them more wealth
and me success
To the art merchants
I will sell my madness
they will keep me a little aside
those who are normal
do not have much imagination
Raffaele is happy
he didn't become a soldier
but he traveled around and knows people
and tell me: be careful
that you stay out of the game
if you have nothing to offer the market
I will sell my defeat
to those in need
br/>to feel strong
and like a painting that is in the attic
I will talk to him about my bad luck
Raffaele is happy
he never graduated
but he has studied and heals people
and tells me: be careful
they'll take you out of the game
if you have nothing to offer on the market
I'll sell my anger
to all those good people
who would like to see me in a cage
and maybe then
they would find me funny.
Everything has its price
and no one knows it
how much does my freedom cost?