L'onorevole [English translation]

He got a job and lost a woman

He went to the canal to look for the moon

But he found his other face in the brackish water, it was darker

And he pretended he's never been afraid

He pretended he's never loved anyone

He went to the bar of the empty sky

Drinking is cheap

You only pay twice for it the day after

He ordered three glasses full of ice and one of forgiveness

And he took to skirt the path of the superman

In the morning, colleagues from the "Stomach and shells" office found him full of respect

Dream of wives, perfect for daughters

Perfect, perfect

The news of the death arrived in the afternoon

In the yellow emptiness of a new chatter

The party employees went to the ranks

With the humps folded in the right way

His coffin was a lectern of ash and birch

And a speech that said everything and said nothing

And in front of the questions of a beautiful and brunette journalist

He pretended he's never been afraid

He pretended he's never loved anyone

The following day he showed up at work

With empty eyes and a cold

And he had just died recently

It was passed ten or twelve hours

But the signs of death were evident

And he had lottery tickets instead of teeth

Prickly pears instead of ears

Chopsticks instead of hands

And instead of dogs a starched herd of human beings

And when they told him the economy was sick

And that hunger was the best cure

He pretended he's never been afraid

He pretended he's never loved anyone

Just a week after his funeral

His head was turned on his back

But he found a way to remedy it

He called General Panciapiena

And he ordered the most ferocious bombings on all his past dreams

In defense of the people and the following days

A year later, only bones could be seen

Everything was gone, even the smell

And he looked from the top of his grave to the people who were demonstrating in the square

And he saw his beloved in the crowd

With stormy tears over her face

And when he saw that she was being trampled

He did not disappear, but smiled

He pretended he's never been afraid

He pretended he's never loved anyone

he's never loved anyone

My love, what can I do?

This winter that has frozen your blood flatters you

My love I will bury you

This night that has covered my face pleases you

• Artist:Mannarino