Avanzo de Cantiere

With my hands I feel the rhythm
Of a heart beating for me
While I dream that I am no longer alone
Olive green berets back over the mountains
And the bony army marching towards the cities will fight selfishness and falsehood

I leave dreams on the pillow, the cold is waiting for me
Redskin of Italy every morning go to make the cities
He will break his chains, Spartacus knows
The future alone will not change

Sixties, the economic boom is for the bourgeoisie for the workers
Vans at Scelba and lots of police
94 in Catania, the blood and anger will come out and
Who will still tell us to behave well on which side
Is where they take us peace and progress who knows, who knows?
Among the seven greats you will have like now the empty belly

The knight with the gladiators advertises
State and mafia Italy produces poverty
Servants of servants and lackeys, clubs and batons do not
Scare the cowards who shout at us!

But who am I, I am a construction site waste, rejected by society
Good people go stealing during the day and if they get caught they will cry
They will give their best years to freedom
Short circuit in the arm and in the heart, solidarity if populism
Lowers your mood he will smile at you if selfishness
Shows up at the balcony

The fist will start strong and rebellious soul has no respect for saints and bullies
On uniformed machines they are not his heroes
But who am I, I am a construction site waste, rejected by society
Good people go stealing during the day and if they get caught they will cry
I am a construction site waste, I reject this society that thanks you
With kicks in the butt and takes bread from those who don't have it