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Whoever says I'm an atheist
That I don't believe in perfection
That I always see
Some minimal flaw

They are very wrong
Because I don't believe in God
But I am the spokesperson
Of a human being raised

In the street, in poverty
In pursuit of a healthy heart
Little food on the table, another head
And the grandparents from Lugano

In his scale of values
He always puts first
Above all the importance
Of a whole heart

Standing tall or on the mat
You have to be a good person
Says the one who guides me
Night after night and day after day
Night after night and day day

Whoever says I'm an atheist
Is very wrong
As I have already told you
There is someone I believe in

Lucky human mythology
He is present before me
Who, just like that
Beautifies my mornings

Thanks to the one born in a tenement
The one who grew up in a field
And if you think I'm exaggerating, get to know him
But first, take off your hat

In his scale of values
He always puts first
Above all the importance
Of a whole heart

Standing tall or on the mat
You have to be a good person
Says the one who guides me
Night after night and day after day

Life gave him everything
And he gave back double
From the start, he offers his elbow
And a pure and noble heart

I swear on my own skin
For me, God is my old man
For me, God is my old man