On the three lines of Cabudanni today it's still very low, pointed at one o'clock in the square. Ready to leave, everyone to Capo Frasca, take another car because the one we have isn't enough! Over an hour of traveling is spent looking around, overtaking greetings to others who are going, but before you reach Sant'Antoni de Santadi the traffic we have seems to be in the city and there's no paid trip, no organized bus, thousands and thousands who today have taken queues, cars, friends, and sandwiches to go to the stronghold: "let's go back home!"
With missiles, bombs, drills
Fire near home, bad news in the predictions
You're not at war with anyone but you're ready to fight: "surrender, you are surrounded!"
There's a gate and a long surrounding fence up to the sky
That hides beauty, urgency, and mystery
Diaderus: the big thought is our thing
It's that in the summer not even a tourist can be seen
It is the most militarized place in all of Europe
But they won't give up the cup, since it's not a nice place
And I'm not surprised if you're first in the world
I don't know at all, and neither do I want to say that it's not a place to joke about
Two or three hundred are the job places in all the bases in Sardinia and more in the marshal's
Teulada already has thirty thousand and more unburied
While all the villages along the sea have been abandoned
In beautiful display, turning coast to coast
You're coming to Cabu Frasca to give an answer
Our generation is a life that is struggling
They have cut off the electricity and in the base you are holding on
There's a yellow sign: “stop aeronautics!”
They unload the cargo, they have landed a war eagle
Is it finally going to happen? Yes and about
Waiting above the land or in the aquifer slope
And when you understand them discussing reclamation
It doesn’t mean it’s boiling yet, it all makes sense
The radar tower arrived even at Còssiga
How are you doing? Surely not intoxicated?
The Ministry of Defense controlled and controllers
Says everything is okay, oh my goodness, I smell trouble
From the regional council of professors I don’t trust
They haven’t moved much, they just keep lying
Returning from Cabu Frasca has already been very dark
That instead of being tired should always be more burnt out
I have never stopped from it or from writing
Until when I understand that the place belongs to those who live there
Dr. Drer & Crc Posse - Cabudanni but we all understand it, right? or are you
#desarder by chance?