La terza guerra mondiale

But haven't we already seen each other
sorry I thought it seemed to me
But you have such a strange way
of swaying that beautiful behind of yours
where are you going with that gait
in the midst of troubles so confidently?
With that slit that when it opens
I feel laughter inside me
while I consume my ideas
between the garter belt and your panties,
where are you going with that gait
in the midst of troubles so confidently?

You're walking as if in the world
everything is fine while a third war is breaking out
that will make those two beautiful breasts you carry around disappear

Because every tree they cut down
will be marked with your blood
and from your turgid nipples will gush out the infected cities
infected by municipal bribes
like that of the betrothed
so let yourself go a little
while we still have time

Yes, so I love you
I feel in my veins
flowing like a river
your spring

that carries me where the art of the Renaissance shines
while I see advancing on the waters of Lake Lecco
a man with a shovel
who begins to dig
and bury
all the freeloaders
of anonymous construction
who in the name of profit
have butchered Italy
and razed Milan to the ground
and that branch of Lecco
reducing it to a sieve
from Palermo to Como
and I see them sinking
sinking down into the darkness
and do you know who the man is?
A certain Alexander
that Manzoni was
when the air was breathable

and his revenge
comes from your kisses
from your candor
from this healthy sensuality of yours
that warms the blood
and renews
what is dying