with melancholy every corner, all that mourn
touch the bottom as the Andrea Doria
who works does not take home, all in their underwear, not those of Borat
The people are alone, then stifles drinks like John Bonham
The junta is deaf as Beethoven when composing the "ninth"
And to think that Dante was a "beautiful country there where the 'yes person'
enough to pay for a diploma, not to the star or icon
or jump into politics with the curriculum taken by Ilona Staller
not even know the coffee more coffee, but he knows coffee Sindona
And then they all go! From there they all go!
not you realize it but they all go from here!
And then they all go! From there they all go!
not you realize it but they all go from here!
Goodbye Melancholy
How have you reduced to this state?
Melancholy Goodbye
you tell me who has been reduced in this
Melancholy Goodbye
How have you reduced to this state?
Melancholy Goodbye
Tell me who you reduced it in that mood
brain drain, capital flight, migrants fleeing from the foreshore
and melancholy, the land of Saints now and leech
The country of the sun, in practice the country today of UVA
not feel the situation is worse than a tuba
And who wants to stay, but how? ! His hands are tied as Andromeda!
Here every relationship is complicated as that of Washington with Tehran
It gets worse with age, you are a moody Gary Coleman
Put the anger in the suitcase and runs away with melancholy
So they all go! From here they go all!
not you realize it but they all go from here!
From here they all go! From there they all go!
not you realize it but they all go from here!
Melancholy Goodbye
How have you reduced to this state?
Melancholy Goodbye
you tell me who has been reduced in this
Melancholy Goodbye
How have you reduced to this state?
Goodbye Malincònia
Dimmi chi ti ha ridotta in questo stato
Goodbye Malincònia
Maybe tomorrow, I hope we find tomorrow
Goodbye Malincònia
Hope did we get here, how did it get this far
Goodbye Malincònia
We had it all, fools we let it slip away
Goodbye Malincònia
Dimmi chi ti ha ridotta in questo stato d’animo
Every step was out of place
and in this world we fell from grace
Looking back we lost our way
an innocent time we all betrayed
And in time can we all learn,
not to crawl away and burn
Stand up and don’t fall down
Be a king for a day,
in man we all pray!
Uuh, we all pray! "
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