Milingo - Samuele Bersani

Ho cambiato la chiave al portone

Ora il diavolo non entra pi№

Cambiato parere tornato a vestirmi da prete

Non so chi Maria Sung

Son rientrato nel giro da poco

Non ricordo pi№ il codice pin

In agenda ho 31 esorcisti disposti a un saluto

Ma non so i numeri

Perch© si costretti a passare da qui?

Perch© nei peggiori dei momenti non si

Piange

Al contrario si finge allegria

Perch©, per sembrare a tuo agio?

LЂ™irritazione del Vaticano

€ gi scesa e fra un poЂ™ finir

Ho dovuto promettere di fare il bravo

Per sempre da qui allЂ™eternit

Ora dormo su un letto di ceci

Per punire i momenti felici

Dallo psicologo che mi ha in consegna mi aspetto la mia

Unica terapia

Perch© mi hanno tolto lЂ™elettricit?

Perch© la finestra murata chiss?

Perch© non cЂ™ zucchero dentro il caff?

Perch© lЂ™orologio al contrario?

Perch© ho una macchia che non va pi№ via?

Perch© il rossetto sulla mia camicia

Non si scolorito in lavanderia?

Perch© rimasto dovЂ™era?

Oddio che nostalgia sentir che mi hai cercato ancor

Scioperando per me

Ma troppo tardi ora

Perch© da domenica torno in citt

Perch© sono in prova dЂ™appello si sa

Perch© pattichiari e amicizialunga

Finch faccio il bravo sul serio

Perch© Non cЂ™ niente di vero lo sai

Perch© era uno scherzo dei miei

Perch© altrimenti

Lo sponsor non cЂ™

E a me rimane il peccato

I changed the key to the door

Now the devil no longer enters

My opinion changed and went back to dressing as a priest

I don't know who Maria Sung

I'm back in the business recently

I don't remember the pin code anymore

On the agenda I have 31 exorcists willing to say hello

But I don't know the numbers

Why did you have to go through here?

Because in the worst moments you don't

He cries

On the contrary, it pretends to be cheerful

Why, to look comfortable?

The irritation of the Vatican

€ already gone down and in a while it will finish

I had to promise to be good

Forever from here to eternity

Now I sleep on a bed of chickpeas

To punish happy moments

I expect mine from the psychologist in charge of me

Only therapy

Why did they cut my electricity?

Why the bricked-up window who knows?

Why is there no sugar in the coffee?

Why is the clock reversed?

Why do I have a stain that no longer goes away?

Because the lipstick on my shirt

Won't you discolored in the laundry?

Why did he stay where he was?

Oh God, what a nostalgia to hear that you still looked for me

Striking for me

But too late now

Because I've been back to town since Sunday

Because they are on proof of appeal, you know

Why pattichiari and amicizialunga

As long as I'm seriously good

Because there is nothing true you know

Because it was a joke of mine

Why otherwise

The sponsor is not there

And I'm left with sin