Si Scrive Schiavitù Si Legge Libertà

Talks about humanity I hear of all kinds
But we are not human, we are monkeys wrapped in nice clothes
Children without values but very well educated
Vomited by a system that has swallowed us for a long time

Here to become great you really need very little
Just don't end up in the circle of the inverted
Spending half the time spitting on those who are different
And then in free time going with transvestites

But this is my nation that weighs on my choices
Shouting revolution but with folded arms
Now that profit gives way to well-being
I understand how demeaning it is to die without fighting

No instinct to escape just dragging each other
Inside an overcrowded cistern

Convinced now that the world would never change us
We felt ready but we never were
But here's the truth
Is that if slavery is written, freedom is read
Exchanging signs of peace at the dance of the marginalized
But it's hard to embrace when your wrists are tied
But here's the truth
Is that if slavery is written, freedom is read

Don't look for propaganda in unusual messages
I don't have the charisma and self-esteem of your uncomfortable characters
I'm as fake as you, I'm as false as you
I'm the last of the assholes and the first of the hypocrites

If God made us in his image, don't believe in his gaze
Because he's the one who taught us to cry on command
Where there is suffering there is always gain behind
And if God didn't exist, well, they should invent him

Even if we're not really behind bars
This world is a prison with a slightly larger cell
And taking clichés and sticking them into a text
Is the smartest way to say what I don't think

And if the world excludes you, you close yourself in your universe
But nothing revolves around you if you revolve around yourself

Convinced now that the world would never change us
We felt ready but we never were
But here's the truth
Is that if slavery is written, freedom is read
Exchanging signs of peace at the dance of the marginalized
But it's hard to embrace when your wrists are tied
But here's the truth
Is that if slavery is written, freedom is read

Eating a plate of dust seasoned with sweat
But a little success is enough to forget its taste
My father was right, Guccini was right
Revolution is not made by making songs

Convinced now that the world would never change us
We felt ready but we never were
But here's the truth
Is that if slavery is written, freedom is read
Exchanging signs of peace at the dance of the marginalized
But it's hard to embrace when your wrists are tied
But here's the truth
Is that if slavery is written, freedom is read
But freedom is read