Mr. Tamburino I don't want to joke
Let's put our shirt back on, times are about to change
We are children of the stars and great-grandchildren of his majesty the money
Fortunately my racism doesn't make me look
Those crazy programs with electoral stands
And you feel like wearing perfume and deodorant
You're like quicksand, pull yourself down, uh, uh
There are those who do he puts on sunglasses
To have more charisma and symptomatic mystery
Uh, how difficult it is to remain a father when
The children grow up and the mothers turn white
How many squalid figures crossing the country
How miserable life is in the abuses of power
On the bridge the white flag flies
On the bridge the white flag flies
On the bridge the white flag flies
On the bridge the white flag is waving
To Beethoven and Sinatra I prefer salad
To Vivaldi I prefer raisins which give me more calories
Uh! how difficult it is to remain calm and indifferent
While everyone around is making noise
In this era of madmen we lacked horror idiots
I heard shots in a street in the center
How many stupid chickens fighting for nothing
Minimal immorality, minimal immorality
And above all submerged by musical rubbish
The white flag is waving on the bridge
Minimal immorality
The end, my only friend, this is the end
On the bridge the white flag flies

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