Rayden:
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Demis comes from Azerbaijan to Italy to try to make a turn
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But what about fate? |
black and eliminates any chance
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12 hours of work too much from 8 to 8
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Do not? |
he rarely misses the money, he goes under it
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Bite like dracula d? |
blood for the family
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Weight? |
too much, it ends up cooked like raku
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He decides to import tobacco from Baku
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Transporting cigarettes in contraband cartons
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Do you feel what about your dignity?
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He has an existence that depends on a device
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Like the worst thug
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One day he falls victim to a roundup happens
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Due to a misunderstanding, they believe he is a drug trafficker
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And in the blink of an eye
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He fires a shot and pierces his third eye
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And who explains it to his children about him dripping with tears
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Yes, what? |
the meaning of life as Monty Pyton
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Ensi:
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19:30 how many hours of work, look at their faces
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too short sunbeams
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Winter has its first blows with that cold
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Enough to sadden us? |
you meet
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It laps memories, it gives taste to the days
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Bastard accents on fake ATMs here
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From which places, other than Verne, you travel the world in 80 seconds
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To these people we are second, really not at all
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They bang and for nothing we get really stupid
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We are concerned with getting by
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But a minimum of beating is enough to give us problems
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Their human instruments a la Sereni
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Yes, I'm here for a clear tomorrow
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Do you see that the difficulties are real on that side?
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Not the trivialities? |
that make me feel great and yes
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They fight a lot of battles, can you? |
give oneself,
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But only a hero finds the strength to get up
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Rit x2
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When they knock us out we'll get up
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When the strength is lacking, we will not give up
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When will the wind blow? |
pi? |
strong we will not fall,
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We will fight, we will stand, we will be there
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Raige:
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She? |
there? |
that I need comes from a place I don't know
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From where Turin looks like Washington like Denzel
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If there, hunger bites and dresses
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The despair of the people, sings death over their heads
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Whoever runs away from there does not do it why? |
he has no courage
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But why? |
there is no need to have a hostage life
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It is crying when a father and a family leave
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He breaks but his baby appreciates him why? |
do you know why? |
he does it
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Two years and the distance is measured in suffering
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Her and mum, miles to do on foot
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And risks to take that you don't see if you lose your temper
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But the weapon? |
a dream in the dead heart of a border cop
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To whom do you hear that? |
ordinary administration
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Ok fuck-up, the shitty moments you feel
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serve to fully understand the beautiful ones now that she? |
here
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Could you tell me about your city? |
and her of her troubles
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And of the will? |
what do you have to come out of it if you discover streetlife
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Come on am? |
a piece of advice, you will tell it again
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But to our son to make him a man
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I do not know if? |
true or what if? |
false, if? |
pi? |
black than white
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There? |
that you're singing and all this trouble
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I divide the true from the false, the black from the white and you, you never stay
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I do not know if? |
true or what if? |
false, if? |
pi? |
black than white
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There? |
that you're singing and all this trouble
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I divide the true from the false, the black from the white and you, you never stay
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Rit x 2
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Prince:
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The sky? |
too dark out there? |
too dark
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the sun is slow to rise, doesn't it? |
still safe
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another day of hard work
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only fixed point in the future of a nobody
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it's not even half past three, the alarm goes off
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and must hurry why? |
the train is not waiting for him
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a hug to them, a kiss to his treasure
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and with the smile of those who must, then straight to work
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I stop Mohamed for a coffee while he looks for a question that isn't there.
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and an answer without why?
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he asks me: «How? |
possible that it will happen
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I do four times your job and have a third of your pay "
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In a moment I find myself chin down on my chest
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and looking down perhaps out of respect
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his skin is too black even for this world
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and a heart too big to know
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talks to me about his pa and about him but about his city?
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and of the affections he left there
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he smiles at me seriously, and asks me if he really is
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c '? |
still some fool, who believes in the black man
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it makes me shiver when he talks to me about his little ones
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and my problems become ridiculous
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go back to who he loves? |
the only certainty
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he holds her tight and repeats the same promise
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Rit x 2 |