Mi Sono Innamorato Di Una Tipa Di Una Casa Occupata

I saw her one day in a squat,
just waking up and heading to the kitchen,
it was at least two in the afternoon.
Eyes half-closed and then wide open,
too short fabric on her body,
she's all about her own thing.
Tonight she danced all she could,
you can see in her face all she drank.
She gives me a look, what's happening I don't know,
I can't even speak a little bit...

I FELL IN LOVE WITH A CHICK
FROM AN OCCUPIED HOUSE,
WITH GREEN AND PURPLE HAIR
AND A TATTOOED BACK,
WITH SELF-MADE BOOTS,
ALWAYS WITH AN ANGRY FACE,
BY NOW I'M CONVINCED THAT...
THERE'S NO ONE LIKE HER

I saw her one day in a squat,
with a spray can in hand preparing a banner.
Cops everywhere in the streets,
but it's their problem at the protest.

When I march with her
for the occupied spaces,
I wish we were at least dating.
She has the flag in one hand,
and mine in the other,
I don't even think about the police anymore.