Bandiera Bianca

Mr. Tamburino, I don't feel like joking
Let's put on our shirts, times are about to change
We are children of the stars and descendants of His Majesty Money
Luckily, my racism doesn't make me watch
Those insane programs with electoral stands
And you feel like putting on perfumes and deodorants
You're like quicksand pulling down, uh uh
Some put on sunglasses
To have more charisma and symptomatic mystery
Uh, how hard it is to remain a father when children grow up and mothers turn white
How many squalid figures crossing the country
How miserable life is in the abuses of power

On the bridge waves a white flag
On the bridge waves a white flag
On the bridge waves a white flag
On the bridge waves a white flag

I prefer salad to Beethoven and Sinatra
To Vivaldi, raisins that give me more calories
Uh! How hard it is to stay calm and indifferent
While everyone around makes noise
In this crazy era, we were missing the idiots of horror
I heard shots on a street downtown
How many stupid hens fighting for nothing
Minimum immoralia
Minimum immoralia
And mostly submerged by musical garbage

On the bridge waves a white flag

Minimum immoralia
The end
My only friend this is the end
On the bridge waves a white flag