Non siete stato voi [English translation]

It wasn't you, that spoke of freedom

like you were speaking of a good night at a brothel

It wasn't you that dragged the country into the darkness

but you enjoy being luminaires

It wasn't you, powerful men

only because you are surrounded by a group of idiots

It wasn't you that waved the flag

like on the stadium, and for you that is enough to feel patriotic

It wasn't you or your parliament

of worshipers ready to do everything to get a hearing

It wasn't you that bought votes with propaganda

but you never payed the consequences

It wasn't you, who held in your fingers

the rosary of the polls hoping that will hearten you

It wasn't you that solved the drama of the unemployed

by going on tv to do juggling

It wasn't you

It wasn't you

It wasn't you, hangmen with uniforms

that beaten to death the prisoners

It wasn't you, with military boots

kicking faces of unarmed people

like they were trash bags

It wasn't you that sent your children to the front lines

like remainings that a hyena striped the flesh of

It wasn't you that tucked in the flags

on coffins to put to sleep every sense of guilt

It wasn't you, fucking unprepared angry mob

always searching for an enemy to start a fight

It wasn't you that burned like witches

the immigrants except the one in the cave

It wasn't you, with the bust of the duce on your desk

and the constitution under the feet

It wasn't you that deserves to be removed

like the bad weed outside your headquarters

It wasn't you

It wasn't you

It wasn't you, that made a toast with the blood

of those who try to bring light on your obscure lives

It wasn't you, that wanted to give voices

as silent as burials to party's newspapers

It wasn't you that made customized laws

like a pair of underwear depending on your genitals

It wasn't you that handled who criticized you

like a homeless to which you cutted his vocal cords

It wasn't you, slaves, that have rented

sovereigns costumes with undeserved money

You are brethren of a lodge that rest

on the value of the privileged like you

That you call the member of the mafia "heroes"

and that you call the corrupted "devout"

And each one of you, involved in every possible crime

looks at the magistrate and then swears on God:

"It wasn't me"

• Artist:Caparezza
• Album:Il Sogno Eretico