after 40 years Gigilamucca, Mauri ilconte and I have gone out together again... if we survived the '80s it means we can't die.
"We were us, it will never be the same again"
The spokesperson for the king of the world reads his notes
Pointing his finger at another Goldstein to hate
And the sixty-year-olds are afraid of dying
And it's us, it's us who keep falling
For a void of air, a void of memory
A void emptier than the emptiness inside
And now I can't hear you
I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I can't hear you, I can't hear you anymore"
Well, shit!
Eravamo noi