At the station there is a beautiful sun like in other places
My sweetest love there is a worm in the coffee
For punishment there is a hamburger
We push ourselves, we have beards, we have faith
We have spit, we have holes in our vests
We are camped out on the flowerbed
The dead dove flies
There's a fight, bottle blows in the face
Empty to lose, we look at the trains
And the airplanes, Russians and Lithuanians
We exchange Peroni and a bit of canned tuna
We have sushi, we have the wine
We break bread and the dog's back
There is no sushi, no Corso Como
We like the Man, there is no union
There is no There was never anyone
Who loved me as much as this night
I die. I'm hungry, my love.
The government says that hell is now over
And I married you. Here, among the black mice and the flowers
I kissed your skull
At the station there is nothing at all
As in other worlds that are possible
For me, for you, for who else will arrive 
So we have lunch and then we piss
Against the walls of Milan
Against the wind we get married
Today we fly, today we go
We eat pieces of our children
And we wrap up some leftovers
in a sheet of newspaper
Sooner or later we will need them
We love Man and his taste
The gentlemen and the sir
Their eternal twirling
Like lamb in the kebab
We have the sushi, we have the wine
We break the bread and the dog's back
There is no sushi, no Corso Como
We like Man, there is no union
There has never been anyone
who loved me as much as this night
I'm dying . I'm hungry, my love.
The government says that hell is now over
And I married you. Here, among the black mice and the flowers
I ate your skull.

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