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For Black Crow: also "Happiness is a warm gun" was by John Lennon.

Heavy riff of "You've got to hide your love away"? If anything, it must have been that of "Day tripper".

Yes, it's an unpublished piece by De Andrè written in an Argentine dialect (?).

At exit twenty-four there's - 'a Cecchignola, where they reformed me for flat feet
Daniele instead pulled a crazy stunt, they beat him up and then into the grenadiers, first they beat him up and then into the grenadiers.
Love love, you turned off at that first exit and got sucked in by the Cassia, who knows who you're with now, who knows if you ever made it.
Now there's Sabrina who works at the autogrill, where I fill up with gas, to take a metro on the Tiburtina.
And if a girl is born, we'll name her Roma!
And the brother we'll call - er Cupolone, love ends on the grande raccordo anulare, the story ends on the grande raccordo anulare.

Come with me, my love, on the great ring road that circles the capital, and during the stops, we'll make love. And if a little girl is born, we'll call her Roma!
At exit twenty-five, there's - 'a Laurentina, Bruno the infamous has changed management, the ham is better at Sergio's, behind the square, but don't ask for a receipt.
At the Aurelia exit, there's Casalotti-Boccea, take the turn, and there's the tobacco shop. If it's closed, down at the service road, there's the gas station that shortchanges you on the change, the gas station but it shortchanges you on the change.
On the A7, look straight ahead for - Grotta Ferata. There's an Englishman going the wrong way, saying "You wanted us in Europe and we're fitting in! We all drive like this; it's not me who's strange, even the queen drives like this, the wrong way," and what can you do, to call the queen out for driving the wrong way.
So come with me, my love, on the Great ring road that circles the capital, and during the stops, we'll make love, and if a little girl is born, then... we will call her Roma!
From Verano, there's a ramp to the Tangenziale, you need to be careful to get off in time to the right, or you could find yourself on the Rome-Aquila, watch the sign, watch the sign.
At exit twenty-nine, there's - Acilia-Casal Palocco, behind Enzo's Bar there's a shopping center. Tiziana says there’s no mad cow disease, "there's the sign," don’t trust it, everyone is good at putting up a notice on the sign, everyone is good, I’m good too at putting a notice on the sign.

No, look, Charles, it's really a rip-off, a CD with songs that IN ANY CASE are definitely better in the original versions and, in several cases, poorly recorded. The trick of home recording with a broken recorder has really worn thin, enough already!

The review seems well done, but the album in question strikes me as one of the most bland and useless records of the last decade. It's true that Celentano's voice is one of the most distinctive in Italian music, but these songs are truly lacking. I've listened to the album in its entirety a couple of times, and there isn’t a single song that stuck in my head; really, there isn't one worth mentioning.

The more the years go by, the more that witch, that kind of cheerful widow, really gets on my nerves. Another way to cowardly squeeze money from a legend.

I apologize to everyone, you are right about Luca Giurato.

I don't think this Robbie Williams is all that bad, but it's a pity that someone like him (who in the end is just a singer like many others) deserves 343 comments.