Nei Garage A Milano Nord - Le Luci Della Centrale Elettrica

I semafori cominciavano a lampeggiare

Centimetri tra le nostre bocche con un contratto andato a male

Le istruzioni per abbracciarsi

E per ballare negli scompartimenti delle metropolitane

Sarà l’effetto serra il nostro carcere speciale

Le fotocopie del cielo milanese

Che Milano era veleno, che Milano era veleno

Era un deserto al contrario

Un cielo notturno illuminato a giorno

Da stelle cianotiche da stelle con tuo nome

Le insegne luminose e i tifosi violenti

Arruoliamo brigatisti

Arruoliamo brigatisti

Arruoliamo brigatisti

Nei bar deserti sui navigli

La curiosità ci divorava

E staremo ad abbaiare a questo cielo da rottamare

Abiteremo in un centro sociale affacciato sulle discariche e sul mare

Ma lavoreremo ancora in nero

Milano era veleno, Milano era veleno

Era un deserto al contrario

Un cielo notturno illuminato a giorno

Da stelle militanti, da stelle deficienti

Dalle p-38 caricate a sale

Milano da bere, Milano da pere

Amori interinali e poliziotti di quartiere

Nei bar deserti sui navigli

Per ammazzare il tempo ci siamo sconvolti

Per ammazzare il tempo ci siamo sconvolti

Per ammazzare il tempo ci siamo sconvolti

Per ammazzare il tempo ci siamo sconvolti

Nei garage a Milano nord…

Nei garage a Milano nord…

Nei garage a Milano nord…

Nei garage a Milano nord…

Chi odia i terroni

Chi ha crisi interiori

Chi scava nei cuori

Chi legge la mano

Chi regna sovrano

Chi suda e chi lotta

Chi mangia una volta

Chi gli manca una casa

Chi vive da solo

Chi prende assai poco

Chi gioca col fuoco

Chi vive in calabria

Chi vive d’amore

Chi prende i sessanta

Chi arriva all’ottanta

Chi muore a lavoro

Chi muore a lavoro

Chi muore a lavoro

Chi muore a lavoro

Chi muore a lavoro

Chi muore a lavoro

The traffic lights were starting to flash

Centimeters between our mouths with a contract gone bad

The instructions for hugging

And to dance in the subway compartments

The greenhouse effect will be our special prison

Photocopies of the Milanese sky

That Milan was poison, that Milan was poison

It was a desert in reverse

A night sky illuminated by day

From cyanotic stars from stars with your name

The bright signs and the violent fans

We enlist the Red Brigades

We enlist the Red Brigades

We enlist the Red Brigades

In the deserted bars on the canals

Curiosity ate us up

And we will be barking at this sky to be scrapped

We will live in a social center overlooking the landfills and the sea

But we will still work in black

Milan was poison, Milan was poison

It was a desert in reverse

A night sky illuminated by day

From militant stars, from deficient stars

From the salt-loaded p-38s

Milan to drink, Milan to be pears

Temporary love affairs and neighborhood policemen

In the deserted bars on the canals

To kill time we got upset

To kill time we got upset

To kill time we got upset

To kill time we got upset

In the garages in northern Milan ...

In the garages in northern Milan ...

In the garages in northern Milan ...

In the garages in northern Milan ...

Who hates southerners

Who has internal crises

Who digs into hearts

Who reads the hand

Who reigns sovereign

Who sweats and who fights

Who eats once

Who lacks a home

Who lives alone

Who takes very little

Who plays with fire

Who lives in Calabria

Those who live on love

Who gets sixty

Those who arrive in their eighties

Who dies at work

Who dies at work

Who dies at work

Who dies at work

Who dies at work

Who dies at work