You, son of a bricklayer
I've messed up many things
And I don't follow many trends
I wish I'd given you less of my heart, my love
So run against time
'Cause money won't wait for you
And what's the hurry
In a speeding car
And you won't see me at the window
'Cause the world doesn't stop
Do you feel okay with your red wine
And your name on a bullet casing?
For me, Italy is that great move by Cannavaro
Italy is sadly known for some events but we downplay it
The sky is blue, and in the afternoon
If you arm us, we won't go
And as an entrepreneur said
'Italy is the country I love'
So scared of being understood
In this internship phase
I'll do better for our son
I'll crush the others'
Do you feel okay with your red wine
And your name on a bullet casing?
It's a flower on a police van
And we forget the beatings in the squares
I hope it doesn't scare you
That we can all start over, hand in hand