Avrai Ragione Tu (Ritratto)

Caparezza

You Will Be Right

Capasound
With the anger in the air it's like
Hey, I have Che Guevara's shirt and I go to Casa Pound
Grunt like a wild boar
They punch and kick me
They crush me like carasau bread
I'm crazy crazy
Follow me step by step
I smash Scientology shop windows honking the horn
Boots with low heels
I kick screaming Liars, I'll kill you!
Behave like an adult? I'd be crazy!
Come with me, let's smash everything in Seattle
Naked in Red Square with the package in the hat
I dance like the Pussy Riot
And in my head I hear Soviet choirs
They come to get me, they're like the reminders
They defeated Napoleon, understand?
They defeated Hitler, and to me

They say
I have to calm down and breathe a little more
They say
I have to detach the dog from that blue car
They say
The foosball men upside down are not good
Alright, alright but then they say
I shouldn't equate faith and slavery
They say
I should kiss you like T.A.T. u stamps
They say
They'll send me to heaven like a Soyuz
Okay, okay, okay
You will be right

I have serious obsessions friend
They grab me by the ass like chairs
It's like when you're sick with schizophrenia
And the priest convinces you that the devil possesses you
In front of the piano I have visions
Like you approaching and asking me to play Allevi?
I should heal but between you and me
I have less chance than weather forecasts
Maybe I apologize to the Leghisti
Maybe, I write in capital letters
I want a free Padania away from Europe
For the pleasure of calling you non-EU citizens
I apologize to the clubbers, posh people, politicians
Elves, warthogs, gnomes and kings
Because then they say artists are communists
You have communists in your head, like me

It's all the fault of too varied guys
I was looking for space and they sent me to Gagarin
Now I observe them sitting on the bench after tying them up and placing them on the tracks
I'm a train traveling in my forties
But I haven't yet gotten rid of the adrenaline
I should be calm like De André
I'm like rapper Andre, at three thousand
With the desire to jump on all stages
In this cage of madmen, they're all hawks
And they receive applause yes
But embarrassing like those after landings
And you ask me to name names, be good
Doctor Zhivago told me Be vague
And now I find the electrodes on my head
Russians shouting Bravo retract your ideas