| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| I swear to you mom this is the last coffee I drink
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| The little rest makes me nervous, I wonder
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| If only the dust remains in my hands
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| The result will be running on ships
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| Motherfuckers blow my plans
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| They want to treat us like poor slaves
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| And who dreams of America furthest away
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| Like the blood of our ancestors a century ago
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| Forgotten by the Eternal Father, hell burns here
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| And who never stays still is because he is tired inside
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| And walking with your head held high listening to the voice of the wind
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| He will have hit the mark
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| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| I speak on behalf of a generation that has nothing left here
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| And she is always forced to depend on people
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| Go away up but with the mind down
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| Only the wind remains for us artists, more and more
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| With the suitcase in hand we cross a nation
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| Which gives no opportunity, no value to what we sell
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| (nun cià facc cchiu) 30 years in the midst of this shit
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| But I roll up my sleeves bro and let's start over
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| If you believe that it gives great reasons like this
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| So kid you didn't understand shit I was expecting you
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| And for the near end of the world as an old sage said
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| I hope I manage!
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| Look at the gent quant sent o 'vient
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| Ngopp to pell and so to sleep is the soul
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| And that he found and called me truth
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| Sensitivity of the air inside a charge
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| I would like to understand now the time I have available
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| To confess my sins and how many I have Lord
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| Chell found out to call me truth
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| Sensitivity to the air comes to the soul
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| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| I swear to you mom this is the last coffee I drink
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| How Troisi makes me nervous and then I wonder
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| When the waste will always end the same
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| Time passes in front of me F. S
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| I throw the last stone among sinners we understand each other
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| And you, welcome to the south, let us explain it to you
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| I carry a cross like Jesus Christ on Calvary
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| It is to be Italian, do you know my name?  | 
| Good boy
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| People who appreciate me for who I am
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| Because sometimes there is no price for that sound
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| My ideas will continue to travel
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| With the voice of the wind of those who have nothing and who can sing
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| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| Me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient
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| Me sient ', me sient', me sient '
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| Song a voc and chi n'ten nothing
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| While parton 'and bastimient'
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| There remains 'sultant' O 'Vient, O' Vient |