We're the abandoned discos
Hidden under the brambles
So well that nobody can find us
At the exits of the provincial roads
We're the abandoned discos
With the toilets ripped out
And with d*cks on the walls
The stars of a summer that's far away now
And we'll light a fire if it's dark
And if there's no power, just in case
A drum will be enough for us
From above the console's now scrap metal
It stares at us like a crucifix above the blackboard
While an interstellar Berlusconism
Leaves behind only the rubble
Of those abandoned discos
The myth of a generation in a dead end
And do you hear the echo?
Of those abandoned discos
In the corners of memory
The proof that something got destroyed
And that mistake is forgiving everything
So I forgive everything, today
I forgive myself for everything, today
Even my ugly side, today