La Legge Dell'Ortica

But how many educated singers
(these boxes)
tell me, do you also not pay taxes like me
(oh come on)
really denounce the loads of money you make
you seem nicer than a friar to the masses
(and what if)
hat's off to you
(top of the class)
because you don't even show up
the teacher and the janitor
think I'm a rookie
they tie my hands but I write with my bird
if I talk nonsense everyone says how nice
if I make controversy I'm meat for slaughter
(for heaven's sake, much better the banalities)
talking about emotions, that's the motto
prrll
how, don't you find a reason to explode
if you wait a second I'll propose it from below
prrll
I don't give a damn about poetry
I myself was born from a broken condom
.....for 7 for 8 biscuit
That's why I follow the nettle law
that urges me every day
when I write down the lyrics, what do you want me to say
there's no taste if it doesn't irritate
That's why I follow the nettle law
that urges me every day
when I write down the lyrics, what do you want me to say
there's no taste if it doesn't irritate

Talk about love, sir
about love that never dies
but you don't conclude a bond
your ladies call you infamous, they become nuns for you
you don't recognize the offspring
handle them like a good shepherd
instead of shooting arrows at the heart
to screw you out of all the copyrights

But what is love
but what is love
it's a concept that means everything and nothing
from the love that's taken for granted of the man in love
to love in a broad sense for people
dear teacher, it's felt that nothing
wakes up the lover who wants to become the student
his rubber boat has more water than an incontinent
for those who love to be sharp
That's why I follow the nettle law
that urges me every day
when I write down the lyrics, what do you want me to say
there's no taste if it doesn't irritate
That's why I follow the nettle law
that urges me every day
when I write down the lyrics, what do you want me to say
there's no taste if it doesn't irritate

I like those who are out of tune
those who distort what they play
the singer with the good voice ......
(I hope)
in the choir of the clergy
instead of parading in black at the proud gala
but what charity
that's a den of old people
with the paparazzo saying 'look here'
but
on that photo there
my canary makes mountains of shit
singing cheerful bite-and-run tunes
built with more calculations than in Fiuggi
if the cow has no milk to milk
that stings you
not me, I'm far from myself
I run away with a skid
I have something to say to my beloved
I put her down
my beloved love is not said, it's done
here I am for the cuddle
That's why I follow the nettle law
when I write down the lyrics, what do you want me to say
That's why I follow the nettle law
when I write down the lyrics, what do you want me to say

One works and struggles for the nettle law!