Mandela [English translation]

Alone, alone

I don't remember at what time

In the dark night

I'm not afraid

Even though it's nighttime

I look down at the ground

Because, you know, it doesn't seem so

But here there is a war

It's not that I fear the Indians or the Romanians,

those who sleep on the street

Most of the time they are the calmest

Sometimes the policemen stop them

But if they stop me

'Cause I have drank not exactly some tea

Perhaps I'm blonde and I speak English

And shit gets real

Shits in uniform1

Oh shit what a bummer

This is the Italy that hates the Indian who pumps gas

Good morning Miss, how beautiful you are

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What are you doing tonight?

I would give you a bite

You seem like an apple

I'll add cinnamon not a bit of sugar and I'll throw you in a pan

It's a pleasure, I'm Mandela

Manila, Prague, Tirana, take the metro, get off at Havana

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

Messina, Guadalajara, from the Vatican to Ankara

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

Beijing, Lima, Ljubljana, from Gioia Tauro, you to go Guatemala

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

Brazil, Copacabana, you dine in Milan, you sleep in Tijuana

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

I stop myself for a moment

I watch the sky on the Temple

And I imagine myself a vacation

I see you happy, I smile, and I leave again

Good morning Miss, how beautiful you are

Mix? Leave a tip!

What are you doing tonight?

I would give you a bite

You seem like an apple

I'll add cinnamon not a bit of sugar and I'll throw you in a pan

It's a pleasure, I'm Mandela

Manila, Prague, Tirana, take the metro, get off at Havana

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

Messina, Guadalajara, from the Vatican to Ankara

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

Beijing, Lima, Ljubljana, from Gioia Tauro, you to go Guatemala

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

Brazil, Copacabana, you dine in Milan, you sleep in Tijuana

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

I stop myself for a moment

I watch the sky on the Temple

And I imagine myself a vacation

I see you happy, I smile, and I leave again

And the wind has risen

I'm gonna go for a bit of a stroll

It's a neighbourhood of the world

Smile, Mandela, 'cause this is your place

Manila, Prague, Tirana, you're born in Angola, you die in Padania

1. Reference to an incident in 2017 when two policemen in Florence abused two American students, taking advantage of their drunkenness.

• Artist:Margherita Vicario