Fuorilegge

A story of beer and passion!
Mechanical nights on the streets!
So much life without cash, being a Skinhead in Milan!

Like those who, in the forest, shot their arrows,
we're proud to be outlaws!

No space to talk, nowhere to go!
And if you want a spot on the list, you gotta be a communist!

But here comes the cop telling you he shares your ideals,
then acts like a friend, watch out, he wants to screw you!

We’re not rich, not even banker’s kids!
Sacrifices, hard work, not a single right to our name!

Like a river in flood, blood flows in our veins,
a new dawn rises and a thousand springs!
We’ll shoot again, our arrows always aimed at you,
always outlaws!