GLI SBANDATI HANNO PERSO

The sky burns some nights
Impulses empty the churches
Those who say they're fine, but
Just don’t show it
Those who get drunk on work
Those who come back and catch another flight
Those who are trapped in their roles
Want to be new again
Those who are in a lifelong couple and then
Live a double life instead
Those who push through and internalize
Heroes terrified of being alone
Those who haven’t fallen in love for a while
Those who wanted it and now hate it
Those who commit crimes after school, yeah
Just to be something at least

Who knows how it’ll go, it just seems to me that
Everyone I know is really out of their minds?
As if we’ve already lost a war
Like in a grand prix
We never stop, never, never, never
To those who ask: How’s it going? Tell them that
We only had the dream of a different life
We’ve already lost peace
We like it this way
All full of troubles, troubles, troubles, troubles

There are those who can’t live without a leader
Those who can’t obey
And there are those who want a god
While others want to curse him
Those who mess up and emigrate
There are those who hide away, hermits
Those who’ve stepped on a mine
Who will stitch up the wound
Those who believe in governments
Those who call for batons
Those who believe in goods and money
Those with too much melanin
Those who are too melon-like
Those who shove all their cash up their nose
Those who’ve lost a few pieces of the puzzle
Medications for the soul, lexotan, tavor
The fire you started has calmed down
Even criticizing is criticized

Who knows how it’ll go, it just seems to me that
Everyone I know is really out of their minds?
As if we’ve already lost a war
Like in a grand prix
We never stop, never, never, never
To those who ask: How’s it going? Tell them that
We only had the dream of a different life
We’ve already lost peace
We like it this way
All full of troubles, troubles, troubles, troubles

And you see those faces downtown
Making do with this and that
And the young rebels now
Dance around a dead fire
Like a leaf in the wind
What’s the threshold I accept?
Where’s the desire of the past?
Bro, the lost ones have lost

Who knows how it’ll go, it just seems to me that
Everyone I know is really out of their minds?
Shooting in the city like we’re in Texas
We’re still here
We never stop, never, never, never
To those who ask: How’s it going? Tell them that
We only had the dream of a different life
We’ve already lost peace
We like it this way
All full of troubles, troubles, troubles, troubles