No time to play, you know why... but every day it's my turn. Zero time to play, you know why... every day it's my turn. No time to play, you know why... there's something that's up to me, it's up to me. Zero time to play you know why... when it's my turn, it's my turn. And this exam never ends, always present for the roll call, tired, still dancing, the break doesn't come here never. It's better that you invent the answer when you don't know it, because then they are always ready to discredit you, to blame you, and immediately ready to steal your place when you are about to relax, you can't sit back. It is better to study because you will always be ignorant if it is life and the professor, my Lord, give me the strength to get up tomorrow too, and to earn my bread with my own hands, but... the children of my city they are born mute and the white dove now feeds on waste. It's a sick rain that bathes us, a blues that accompanies us, standing at the blackboard we have... Zero time to play you know because there's that... there's that every day it's my turn. Zero time to play, you know why... every day it's my turn. No time to play, you know why... there's something, it's my turn, it's my turn. Zero time to play, you know why... when it's my turn, it's my turn. Every day it's my turn, zero time to play, I'd like to do it, but this school can't be fooled, you know that my mother goes to work in the morning, every man on this earth who is put behind bars knows that he can no longer fly, my grandfather who shot and cried in war knows it. I suffocate, lack oxygen, I am loaded with ballast, rays of hatred create this greenhouse effect, inside my heart I notice a sense of torpor, love seems to sleep but instead it dies. And a noise breaks the brain, those who don't fight die and a voice screams: Run away, escape ! !. But I don't want to, I undress myself from fears so that one day if I have a child he will look at me with pride. Believe me I laugh in the face of demons, but I sing under enemy fire so I don't play. Zero time to play you know why... it's my turn every day. Zero time to play, you know why... every day it's my turn. No time to play, you know why... there's something, it's my turn, it's my turn. No time to play, you know why... when it's my turn, it's my turn. There are those who think I've changed, there are those who haven't, there are those who have always despised me , there are those who don't, so I go as I believe, where I believe, and I don't pay any attention to those who speak out of my rhythm, no, compared to the concrete that asks me for its baptism, of which I am yet another child, perhaps the thirty-first, I give credit to my brothers I dedicate, even if now a heretic I confirm myself, I know how it works, it's an axiom, they all seem to be your friends when you're lucky, parasites on my back. I don't want any crown from those who run away as soon as a wrong note, and I'm always alone faced with a problem, in the dark corridor and at the end the vulture waits, I look at the diary, no gaps in the timetable and, ready or not, I'll go out I volunteer so I have... Zero time to play, you know why... there's that every day it's my turn. Zero time to play, you know why... every day it's my turn. No time to play, you know why... there's something, it's my turn, it's my turn. Zero time to play, you know why... when it's my turn, it's my turn

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