Bitterusso Champagne

A dream... a dream...

A toast with a wine glass
Smell of asphalt in the blood
A shortcut with a rifle on the way
On the menu bitterusso champagne

A shortcut with a rifle on the way
On the menu bitterusso champagne

String of faith taken from the chest
And a light at the end of the prison
But a hole dug in haste
To relieve the torment

Hope in the hole, in the revolution
The more they take from us, corruption inside

Civil attacks turn into show-elections
Of those who are never in control
Of those who are never in control
And the vices keep growing (4x)

Falling to the ground, falling to the ground (for the battle)
Falling to the ground, falling to the ground (for the speech)
Suffering for some is to be happy
For those who never had anything, a dream is all they wanted.