Mani in alto [English translation]

Hands up, this is a robbery!

"Everybody against the wall... silent, good and without a gesture

With your hands in sight... then I'll explain the rest... "

The cashier turns pale and puts the money in the bag

Three minutes and it's over, it's a checkmate...

There is my love whistling with the engine running

When that alarm goes off and I feel caught...

And the car scrapes on the hot asphalt

Among the demonic screams people run out...

You have to run away far

Your hand is already trembling strongly

There's a megaphone out there (give up!) And two thousand cops (you're surrounded!)

Chewing bubble gum, well, exactly two minutes...

Spyglass on the back of the neck... then three thousand yellow lights

And bullets flutter like butterflies...

I fly to the ground... safer... but from the glass behind me...

Al Pacino with his machine gun sends me my arse...

There is a fiery red embroidery on my white shirt

While the wall tangoes I lose consciousness little by little...

Don't worry, love

I'll be back home in two hours

Then I remember the chloroform and a man all in white

And a needle in the vein as I got tired...

As the movie of my life breaks between my fingers

I think: O.K., the last shot... what a pity it's all over...

Then a blast of colors... I feel lighter...

As I go upwards, I swear, it doesn't seem real to me...

There is a handsome guy with a beard who smiles and says "Get up"

While two little blond angels are sewing my wings...

What a strange effect it makes to fly

What can one do flying?

When I get to heaven, they are all on the door

And I see the gun again... and... "the voice" says, "Now

You don't need this thing, you lost it in the bank

But it could have been worse, I forgive you... you have carte blanche "

But I slip out of his hands, I take my gun back

Make a hit in heaven, damn, it makes me gluttonous

I point it at his face and say: "Not a gesture

Everything against the sky... later I'll explain the rest "

And St. Peter, while he puts his keys inside the sack...

He looks at me, shakes his head and has fun like crazy...

What can one do flying?

What a strange effect it makes to fly

What can one do flying?

• Artist:Pino D'Angiò
• Album:Una notte maledetta (1984)