Hey!
Andreas is lost
He is lost
And he can't go back
Andreas is lost
He is lost
And he can't go back
Andrea is leaving
A love
Ricciolineri
Andrea had
Had a pain
Ricciolineri
It was written on the sheet
That he was dead
On the flag
It was written and signed
It was gold
It was signed by the king
He killed on the mountains
Of Trento
With a machine gun
He killed on the mountains
On the mountains of Trento
With a machine gun
He spit in the eyes of an innocent man And when he asked why
He answered him,
this is nothing And now it's time for me to go
And the innocent man followed him
Without the weapons he followed him
On his bad road
And to a trial for love
He kissed the lips of the jurors
And to their embarrassed looks he answered
Now it's more normal
Now it's better
Now it's right, it's right, it's right
Now it's better Now it's right,
it's right,
it's right
Now it's better Now it's right,
it's right,
it's right
But there is love for everyone And everyone has a love
On the bad road
On the bad road
What does it mean to have a meter and a half in height
To reveal to you the eyes and the jokes of people
Or the curiosity of an irreverent girl
Who approaches you only for her impertinent doubt
She wants to find out if it's true What is said around the dwarves
That they are the most gifted Of the less apparent virtue
Among all the virtues the most indecent
Years
and months pass And you realize that in a few minutes
It's sad to find yourself today Without being grown up
The malice insists It beats the tongue on the drum
Until it says that a dwarf is a scoundrel for sure
Because the heart is too,
too close to the hole in the ass
It
was in the sleepless nights of the eternal moon of the grudge
That I prepared the exams and became a prosecutor
To invoke the road that from the benches of a cathedral
Brings the sacristy to the cathedral of a court
Judicial finally,
judge and land of good and evil And
then my stature did not need good humor
To those who at the bar in the feet told me your honor
And to entrust them to the buoy was a pleasure of all mine
Before I was flattered in the hour of
goodbye Not knowing at all the stature of God