[Passi]
We choose neither our origin nor our skin color
Like we dream of a life in a castle when we live in the ghetto
Be born with a noose around your neck like Cosette for Hugo
Be born in fatigues in the conflict and pray to the very high.
Son of the C.O.N.G.O, this hatred I have at the M.I.C.R.O I have the weight of words.
Get out of it down, dreaming of tearing up this painting
Made of weapons, of tears, made of blood and sobs.
[Calogero]
Facing the sea, I should have grown up
Face down, I could have died
I get up, I take my last dream.
[Passi]
Both from the same slab and both disappointed.
[Calogero]
I take my last dream
[Passi]
It's drought on a land where we never stop sowing
Sadness in the eyes who cannot cry.
I have a lot of distant dreams, I rebelled so much.
I drank a lot of bullshit and it got me too drunk.
In the life there are pats at the bottom and pats on the side
You don't have a euro or the snatch
There's the State, the RMIsts, the "you've got what 'to work.'
If you're down you have to whip, you just have to not give up.
You haven't experienced that, the desire to pocket the potatoes
Be on the left right facing the sea far from the galleys.
You haven't experienced that, the desire to go out and hand out potatoes
Lefts right with a sinister air
[Calogero]
Facing the sea, I should have grown up
Facing the earth, I could have died
I get up, I take my last dream.
[Passi]
Both from the same slab and both disappointed
[Calogero]
I take my last dream
Facing the sea, it is you who resists
Face down, your name on the list
With all your being subpoenaed
[Passi]
It's the story of this feather that chokes in the tar
br/>This gray matter which the country has not acquired
We get up, we start again, we aim for the Pantheon.
I place one for those who have it, who dream of consecration
Too bad, I have it like my friends have it.
We want to touch the starry sky without taking down our pants.
Too few good fairies and too many Cinderellas. Calo-Passi 2004 action.
[Calogero]
Facing the sea, I should have grown up
Facing the earth, I could have died
I get up, I take my last dream.
[Passi]
Both from the same tile and both disappointed
[Calogero]
I take my last dream.
[Passi]< br/>Both from the same tile and both disappointed
[Calogero]
I take my last dream.
[Passi]
We choose neither its origin nor its skin color
As one dreams of a life in a castle when one lives in the ghetto
To be born with a noose around one's neck like Cosette for Hugo
To be born in fatigues in the conflict and to pray to the very top.
Son of the C.O.N.G.O this hatred I have at M.I.C.R.O I have the weight of words.
Facing the sea, we all want to grow up
Calo-Passi too young to die.