La Cretina Commedia - Talco

Nel brusco avvento della rugiada

Intono ultima tenzon

Giacche' diritta strada

Perse la mia generazion

E desto il verso di un far giocondo

Tra sonni di virtu'

Scorse un deserto dove

Il sol non si distingeva piu'

Crollando sempre piu' giu'

Andando sempre piu' giu'

Solito ad aspettar

Uno schiaffo dal fondo

Per poi ricominciar

E andare ancora piu' giu'

Trascinare piu' giu'

La terra del mio natal

Che in cerca di virtu'

Scendo per affamar

E or qui commedia non ride piu'

Marcata dalla realta'

Biasimai orge di mafie e nani

Affannati in eternita'

Dall’obbedir come cani

Ed anelar culi da leccar

E nel vagar mio conobbi a stento

Giovantenne nudo a scappar

Da belta' a pagamento

E mecenati in servile eta'

Qui ti invoco mia provvidenza

A dispensarmi dal leggere

Poiche' ignoro differenza

Tra puttane e suoi lacche'

Al finire di un’esistenza

Culla di amenita'

Cresciute in astinenza

E mai temprate da sazieta'

E or eccomi in un limbo immune da credute idee

Paradiso in un inferno di terrena eta'

A ripondere che non cadde invan

Il rischio di partire per un mondo a immagine

Di chi poi sapra' quanto puo' valer

Un sonno per svegliar

Incanti di un nuovo resistere

In the sudden advent of dew

Intono last fight

Jackets' straight road

He lost my generation

And I awaken the verse of joyfulness

Between sleeps of virtue

He saw a desert where

The sun no longer stood out

Falling down more and more

Going deeper and deeper

Used to wait

A slap from the bottom

To then start over

And go even lower

Drag further down

The land of my natal

Who in search of virtue

I go down to starve

And now comedy doesn't laugh anymore

Marked by reality

I blame orgies of mafias and dwarves

Troubled in eternity

From obeying like dogs

And yearn to lick asses

And in my wandering I hardly knew

Young naked to run away

From beauty to payment

And patrons in servile age

Here I invoke you my providence

To dispense myself from reading

Since I don't know the difference

Between whores and his lacquers

At the end of an existence

Cradle of amenity

Raised in abstinence

And never temper from satiety

And now I am in a limbo immune from believed ideas

Heaven in an earthly hell

To answer that it did not fall in vain

The risk of leaving for a world of image

Who will then know how much it can be worth

A sleep to wake up

Charms of a new resist