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The winter palace in Piazza del Gesù where the most beautiful dreams of youth locked us up While Berta rode on the motor horse Her rebellious soul entered the shoes of a bricklayer We breathed loudly Without making any noise And in the dark the hands spoke better of many words And October returned with its usual smell from the factories comes out the army of those who want to change Assault on the sky It moves in P2 The black knight Soon with the bombs in the carriages Clean up the cities quicker Be quick Fill the prisons The rebel wave it will stop And yet we are still here Ready to bust our balls With Jackals like you How do you stay calm There are those who no longer have anything to do And there are those who have indigestion those who are struggling on construction sites and those who only do self-management Even jackals always there with their asses on the seats So much humanity in their faces Behind their hands, with the stick At night how many dreams do you have Chalets in the mountains big cars The reality will bring A kick in the middle of those assholes