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Waw!

When I studied at the Boarding School,
I sinned alone.
A priest caught me doing it.
'Cohumbá, to the waw!'
My punishment was to stand facing a wall and
memorize 50 lines from a book.
The priest gave me the Sermão da Sexagésima
by Vieira.
'Memohize 50 lines', the priest repeated.
What I had read before were lame translations
of adventure novels that bored me.
When I read and memorized 50 lines from the Sexagésima I got
astonished.
And I read the whole sermon.
My God, now I needed more lonely sins!
And I did it a lot.
'Cohumbá, to the waw!
It was the glory.
I was fascinated to go to the wall.
This time the priest gave me the Sermão do Mandato.
I memorized and read the book amazed.
I learned to enjoy the sonant balance of sentences.
Almost appreciating even the letters' smell.
So much lonely sin exhausted me.
Standing by the wall was a glory.
I drank a glass of restorative and got better.
Then I also learned to listen to the silence
of walls.
 

For the First Time, Christmas Will Be Grey

For the first time, Christmas will be grey
Because you left me without even sayingg goodbye
Love is no longer between us
And me, I'm looking to kill the silence, to fill your absence
 
I am so sad thinking that Christmas is coming
And me, I'll cry watching the green
 
For the first time, Christmas will be grey
And I'm staying alone with my thoughts
I see children having fun
And me, I really want to relive my childhood, to always have confidence
 
I used to dream of white Christmases by your side
I will be alone in front of the lit up
Because far from you, my love, my Christmas will be so heavy
 
Yes, I used to dream of Christmas by your side
I will be alone in front of the lit up
 
Come back to me, my love, I really need your embrace
Without you, Christmas will e grey
 
For the first time...
 

My dear little Santa

My dear little Santa
when you come down from the sky1
don't forget to pick up the trash,
because it's a real mess down there.
Men have been very naughty.
It's been a real carnage.
Believe me, a real massacre
from New York to Kabul City.
 
(chorus)
And if you come down regardless
in your eternal sledge
by all means don't bring any gift
to all these sons of bitches,
don't show any mercy
to all these grown-ups:
they don't deserve any.
Don't put anything in their little shoes.
 
My dear little Santa
when you come down from the sky,
bring your gun along.
There are only nutcases left down there.
But don't forget about the children,
they can't wait for your visit,
even though their parents are often
more stupid than mean.
 
(chorus)
 
My dear little Santa
if you go to Betlehem,
don't forget about the children,
they can't wait for your visit.
But bring your bulletproof vest along.
There's a total war going on there
Total war is everywhere anyway.
We're living in a madhouse.
 
My dear little Santa
when you come down from the sky
don't forget to pick up the trash,
because it's a real mess down there.
Men have been very naughty.
It's been a real carnage.
Believe me, a real massacre
from New York to Kabul City.
My dear little Santa
My dear little Santa
we'll do better next year
My dear little Santa...
 

• 1. the whole song is a parody of (originally sung by Tino Rossi)

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Montagna benedetta

Strofa 1]
Balla balla, se fai quel balletto
Ti permetterò di unirti alla mia band
Sii la mia bambola, sii la mia bambola
Vieni a conoscermi come il palmo della tua mano
Mi piace il nome appeso a quella tonalità
Mi piace il modo in cui spingi e ti infili
Puoi stupirmi se sei così propensa
Tutto quello che so è che sei caduta dall’alto
 
[Ritornello 1]
E’ caduta, è caduta, proprio sotto il mio incantesimo
Aspetta piccola, andiamo
Ha ballato, ha ballato, tra le mie mani
Aspetta piccola, andiamo
Sii la mia farfalla
Mi hai quasi scosso
Mi hai fatto rotolare sopra tutti
E se ne senti il bisogno
Ti manderò un 'buona fortuna'
Per me resterai fino alle prime luci dell’alba
 
Esci dalla depressione tesoro, adesso
Ora tu menti, ti darò fuoco
Esci dalla depressione tesoro, adesso
 
[Versetto 2]
Fai ciò che devi al ritmo del bang
Ti farò entrare in testa una melodia
Non c’è bisogno di urlare, di cosa ti lamenti?
Penso che quelle cose sia meglio non dirle
Lei aveva quello sguardo che non troverai in un libro
E profuma di 1969
Potresti stupirmi se sei così propensa
Perché so che ti renderò mia
 
[Ritornello 1]
E’ caduta, è caduta, proprio sotto il mio incantesimo
Aspetta piccola, andiamo
Ha ballato, ha ballato, tra le mie mani
Aspetta piccola, andiamo
Sii la mia farfalla
Mi hai quasi scosso
Mi hai fatto rotolare sopra tutti
E se ne senti il bisogno
Ti manderò un 'buona fortuna'
Per me resterai fino alle prime luci dell’alba
 
Esci dalla depressione tesoro, adesso
Ora tu menti, ti darò fuoco
Esci dalla depressione tesoro, adesso
 
[Ritornello 2] [x15]
E’ caduta, è caduta, proprio sotto il mio incantesimo
 
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The Greatest Wealth of Man

The greatest wealth of man
is its incompleteness.
I am wealthy at this point.
Words that accept me as I am - I do not accept.
I can not stand being just a guy who opens doors,
who pulls valves, who watches the clock,
who buys bread at 6 o'clock in the afternoon,
who goes outside, who points pencil,
who sees the grape etc. etc.
Forgive me
But I need to be Other.
I think to renew the man using butterflies.