2030 - Articolo 31

Roma 28 Febbraio 2035 ore 18, archivio Nucleo Operativo Comitato Censura Audio,

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Corre l’anno 2030

E mi ritrovo che di anni quasi ne ho 60

Il mio pizzetto è grigio, e di capelli sono senza

Ambra

è il primo presidente donna

(Uhuu!)

Il cielo quasi non si vede più

Si esce con la maschera antigas

Sull’autobus c'è la business class

E per entrare in chiesa,

(uhuu)

, ci vuole il pass

Ormai si parla solo tramite Internet

E il parlamento c’ha la sede ad Hammamet

Ci si spara nella metropolitana

Fra Nord e Sud c'è la dogana

Però tutti si veste Dolce & Gabbana

E la mia mente indietro vola

Veloce fila a prima del 2000

Tanti anni fa quando si era in tempo, adesso no

E oltre contro c’erano i pro

, perciò ho

Tanta nostalgia degli anni Novanta

Quando il mondo era l’arca e noi eravamo Noè

Era difficile, ma possibile

Non si sapeva dove e come, ma si sapeva ancora perché

C’era chi aveva voglia, c’era chi stava insieme

C’era chi amava ancora nonostante il male

La musica, c’era la musica, ricordo

La musica, la musica, c’era la musica

Siamo nell’anno 2030

Loro controllano televisione e radio

C'è un comitato di censura audio

Valutano, decidono, quello che sì, quello che no

Ci danno musica innocua, dopo il collaudo

Sanremo lo presenta Mike Bongiorno insieme a Baudo

Con i fiori e la scenografia spettacolare

Quest’anno ha vinto Bossi che è tornato a cantare

Corre l’anno 2030

L’Italia ha venduto il Colosseo alla Francia, Venezia affonda

2030 e un giorno sì e uno sì scoppia una bomba

2030 e stiamo senza aria

Ma odio ce ne abbiamo in abbondanza

Prima divisero Nord e Sud, poi città e città

E, pensa, adesso ognuno è chiuso nella propria stanza

L’intolleranza danza, non c'è speranza, ho

Tanta nostalgia degli anni Novanta

Quando il mondo era l’arca e noi eravamo Noè

Era difficile, ma possibile

Non si sapeva dove e come, ma si sapeva ancora perché

C’era chi aveva voglia, c’era chi stava insieme

C’era chi amava ancora nonostante il male

La musica, c’era la musica, ricordo

La musica, la musica, c’era la musica

Questo è l’anno 2030 qui chi pensa è in minoranza

Ma non ha importanza non serve più

(uhuu)

2030 l’indifferenza è una virtù

I cyber-nazi fanno uno show in TV

I liberatori picchiano barboni in nome di Gesù,

(uhuu)

L’inno nazionale suona tipo marcia funebre

Il sesso virtuale è più salubre in quanto che c'è

Un virus che si prende tramite il sudore

E in 90 ore si muore

L’HIV in confronto sembra un raffreddore

È un esperimento bellico sfuggito

E il risultato è che nessuno fa l’amore

E io sono fuorilegge in quanto di questo parlo

In quanto penso a quando questo

Potevamo anche fermarlo

Adesso è tardi, per un poeta pirata che spera i bei ricordi e ha…

Tanta nostalgia degli anni Novanta

Quando il mondo era l’arca e noi eravamo Noè

Era difficile, ma possibile

Non si sapeva dove e come, ma si sapeva ancora perché

C’era chi aveva voglia, c’era chi stava insieme

C’era chi amava ancora nonostante il male

La musica, c’era la musica, ricordo

La musica, la musica, c’era la musica

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It is the year 2030

And I find myself almost 60 years old

My goatee is gray, and I have no hair

Amber

is the first female president

(Uhuu!)

The sky is almost no longer visible

You go out with the gas mask

There is business class on the bus

And to enter the church,

(uhuu)

, you need the pass

Nowadays we only talk over the Internet

And the parliament has its seat in Hammamet

We are shot in the subway

Between North and South there is customs

But everyone wears Dolce & Gabbana

And my mind flies back

Fast ranks to before 2000

Many years ago when there was time, now not

And besides the cons there were the pros

, therefore I have

A lot of nostalgia for the nineties

When the world was the ark and we were Noah

It was difficult, but possible

We didn't know where and how, but we still knew why

There were those who wanted, there were those who were together

There were those who still loved despite the evil

The music, there was the music, I remember

The music, the music, there was the music

We are in the year 2030

They control television and radio

There is an audio censorship committee

They evaluate, decide, what yes, what not

They give us harmless music after testing

Sanremo is presented by Mike Bongiorno together with Baudo

With flowers and spectacular scenery

This year Bossi won and returned to singing

It is the year 2030

Italy has sold the Colosseum to France, Venice is sinking

2030 and every other day a bomb explodes

2030 and we're out of air

But I hate we have them in abundance

First they divided North and South, then city and city

And, think, now everyone is locked in their own room

Intolerance dances, there is no hope, I have

A lot of nostalgia for the nineties

When the world was the ark and we were Noah

It was difficult, but possible

We didn't know where and how, but we still knew why

There were those who wanted, there were those who were together

There were those who still loved despite the evil

The music, there was the music, I remember

The music, the music, there was the music

This is the year 2030, here those who think are in the minority

But it doesn't matter you don't need it anymore

(uhuu)

2030 indifference is a virtue

Cyber ​​Nazis do a TV show

Liberators beat bums in the name of Jesus,

(uhuu)

The national anthem sounds like a funeral march

Virtual sex is healthier than there is

A virus that is caught in sweat

And in 90 hours you die

HIV in comparison looks like a cold

It is an escaped war experiment

And the result is that no one makes love

And I'm outlawed as far as I'm talking about it

As I think about when this

We could also stop him

Now it's late, for a pirate poet who hopes for good memories and has ...

A lot of nostalgia for the nineties

When the world was the ark and we were Noah

It was difficult, but possible

We didn't know where and how, but we still knew why

There were those who wanted, there were those who were together

There were those who still loved despite the evil

The music, there was the music, I remember

The music, the music, there was the music

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