Comunisti Col Rolex

The bourgeois gets angry when the proletarian hits the jackpot
Looks at you like Salvini: Look, a Tunisian who became Miss Padania!
I always tell Fedez: Don't take selfies on a boat
Because then the thieves or the Equitalia inspectors come

Hide your savings like underage lovers
Or the journalists will then hit you with independent headlines!
Pleasing those people is a matter of design
Plant a vineyard in the castles, not the penthouse in CityLife

Making my wine is culturally correct
Organic ice cream, sponsored, politically correct
Only electric cars or bicycles
J-AX won't buy a Mercedes, won't install a Tesla

I take certain trips
Me, Boschi and Guzzanti, in the pool with heels
I'll refund Lotta Continua with Gianluca Vacchi
Because the head was from Rotari is for poor people

I know more than one punk beast with a lawyer dad
Who pretends to be poor because he never was
I contradict myself like an armed pacifist
I started as a communist, but I never got there

Che Guevara and Fidel Castro collected
English motorcycles and Rolexes
And the heart of a punk rocker wants revolution
But falls in love with a top model

Enough rap, rock, house, pop Manu Chao on a Range Rover
Vanity Fair gives me the cover
I sing: Bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex!

Tiziano Ferro bought the penthouse next to Fedez
With the saved money, dinner with the English taxman
If I open an account in Tokyo, witch hunt begins
Even if at a press conference I say: I'm Japanese!

And the public hates the poor who become bourgeois
Not the stories about the governments of the wide banks understood
The exclusivity to inconsistency belongs only to the Holy See
Who can give alms driving a Mercedes

I saw Paolo Brosio with Briatore
In an offshore church rediscovering the sense of religion
It no longer makes sense to be an entrepreneur
Might as well open a travel agency for Medjugorje

Son of a clerk who lost her job at forty
I made money with a pen and some ink
I should do like Jova, billionaire at a discount
Being vegan and then eating bresaola in secret

Like Fred Vargas, I rooted for Battisti, but Lucio
Like Berlinguer, I always quoted Marx, but Groucho
I sail in gold after sacrifices and stress
I'm Columbus discovering American Express

Che Guevara and Fidel Castro collected
English motorcycles and Rolexes
And the heart of a punk rocker wants revolution
But falls in love with a top model

Enough rap, rock, house, pop Manu Chao on a Range Rover
Vanity Fair gives me the cover
I sing: Bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex!

Bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex
Bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, bella ciaone

The truth is that I will never be able to be part of an elite
I'm tacky and pretentious, I'm radically kitsch
No French nanny, I went to my grandfather's house
Full of stuffed animals like in horror movies

Then the new communists are indeed the kings of luxury
But I don't notice any contempt towards a Russian magnate
I take photos with your children who tear my clothes
It's true, we are communists, eaten by children

The truth is that some people always hate you
Might as well be hated by doing what you truly love
Because deep down my ideal is real socialism
More and more social and less social

Che Guevara and Fidel Castro collected
English motorcycles and Rolexes
And the heart of a punk rocker wants revolution
But falls in love with a top model

Enough rap, rock, house, pop Manu Chao on a Range Rover
Vanity Fair gives me the cover
I sing: Bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex!

Bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex!
Bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex!

Bella ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex!
Bella ciao, bella ciaone
Communists with Rolex