Ligabue Luciano
freddo cane in questa palude
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Ligabue Luciano
Ligabue 1990
Hot cold in this swamp
Hot cold
in this swamp
my friends make idiotic jokes, you know:
they turn off the evening
and they hide in the ditches
to see how I would fare
Burning cold
and raw meat
crocodiles have dinner at this time
I don't I have my rifle with me
but I feel like a zagor
not even this time
they're fooling me
too much silence
is it possible that everyone is asleep?
something I'll scream!