Guerriglia Urbana - ALICE

Lungo il cammino della vita

Ch'è sempre piena di visioni

Gente che spara per le strade

Siringhe lungo i marciapiedi

Studenti che non vanno a scuola

Vecchi che sono senza casa

Che odore di guerriglia urbana

Ha l’universo un aria strana

Vorrei amarti in mezzo ai fiori

E non su un auto dei pompieri

Vorrei amarti in mezzo ai fiori

E non fra clacson ed ascensori

Quando la sera porta via lavoro e gente

Cerchiamo un po' in periferia strade vuote

Politicanti da strapazzo

E spiagge piene di ombrelloni

Bambini coi gelati in mano

Giocano a russi e americani

E guarda quanti gladiatori

Dentro automobili speciali

Che odore di guerriglia urbana

Ha l’universo un aria strana

Sobborghi a fogli di giornali

Cinema dalla luce rossa

Vorrei amarti in mezzo ai fiori

E non su un auto dei pompieri

Along the path of life

Which is always full of visions

People shooting in the streets

Syringes along the sidewalks

Students who are not in school

Old people who are homeless

What a smell of urban warfare

The universe has a strange air

I would like to love you among the flowers

And not in a fire engine

I would like to love you among the flowers

And not between horns and elevators

When the evening takes away work and people

We look for some empty streets on the outskirts

Over-the-top politicians

And beaches full of umbrellas

Children with ice creams in their hands

They play Russians and Americans

And look how many gladiators

Inside special cars

What a smell of urban warfare

The universe has a strange air

Suburbs with newspaper sheets

Red light cinema

I would like to love you among the flowers

And not in a fire engine