| But what will it be? |
| When the weather changes
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| Who knows what you will do? |
| When all this will pass, and will pass ...
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| In junior high, the professors called us mentally retarded
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| All with the same hair made for criminals
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| We danced trance at Mak P
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| Three of us arrived at the disco on top of a yes
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| When I was in school after the occupation
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| They put us in a hall of an abandoned villa to give lessons
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| Pass the hours
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| Copy the math test, 'uanema, off the balcony
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| Dream team, the tribe from the South
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| And with the ace of sticks on the plate upside down
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| There was no shit and we invented the strangest games
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| The slap of the soldier, hide and seek, between ', you could not find us
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| The wheelies with the abnormal rigged bikes
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| My scooter, between ', leaves the Ferrari behind (' uanema!)
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| I was lost between dreams and my taboos
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| Without buying a ticket on the bus!
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| Walking through the streets of the city
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| Then observing the road that goes away
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| Wandering, blundering without thoughts
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| You can watch the stars of desires fall ...
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| And I started rap
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| At the time, playing in clubs was difficult for me, do you know why?
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| The guy would say to me "Yes, but how many people do you bring me?"
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| If I knew I did the PR, cumpariè
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| Maybe it's best to start racing
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| That much less you make money and then you get noticed
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| And my parents said "Cleme ', statt' accort '"
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| I went alone, without doubles, managers and escorts
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| The games of video games until dawn
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| With the serious ones, my brothers, bumblebee on the sofa
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| Scugnizzi in the streets, Neapolitan hinterland
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| A twisted mind like Frank Matano
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| And I relied on the wisdom of the elders
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| Telling me to respect dreams and plans
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| You learned to walk and now you like to run
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| Yes, but be careful, so you will go far
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| Walking through the streets of the city
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| Then observing the road that goes away
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| Wandering, blundering without thoughts
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| You can watch the stars of desires fall ...
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| My life divided between pages and lines, thoughts
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| From morning to 15, I mean until yesterday
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| So the turning point starts with a beer at the bar
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| The competitions, music, enlighten us warriors the right way
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| And I wonder what it will be when time passes
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| Turning around I will see the background of the road disappear from afar
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| And the habits that here are different from the place where I was born
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| Where I breathe sea air, I aspire to stem this negativity
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| Until you get up there on the tip of a peak
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| Waving a flag with the face of an extreme hyena
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| And I don't know if I'll come back later
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| In my footsteps, bro ', at best it's a classic
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| That whoever goes back does so without remorse
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| So if there is a wall you go through it
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| Walking on the sand with bare feet
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| And feel the effect it has under the water
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| And then sing while breathing sea air
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| And you can go make love as long as you like
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| But what will it be? |
| When the weather changes
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| Who knows what you will do? |
| When all this will pass and will pass ... |