Come dance in Puglia - Caparezza
(on my left hand .... you can see Abano)
Dolphins go dancing on the beach.
Elephants go dancing in unknown cemeteries.
The clouds go dancing horizon.
Trains go dancing in the museums for a fee.
And you, where are you going to dance?
Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia,
trembling like a leaf leaf leaf.
Hold your head high when you come to the crane,
because they happen to fall off and fall down. Hey
tourist, I want you to stay in this place italics.
careful, you spend the pass but this land sends you to a mental hospital.
Adriatic Sea and Ionian
want to breathe iodine
but here in the Gulf there is smell of sulfur, which is coming to the devil.
tan fear with dioxin ILVA,
here you are more red dots look like the Milva and after Pimpa. In the area
peddle the most good memory: there are those who have smoked
poisons ENI,
who worked and went into a coma;
smokes even Gargano, with all the forests on. Tourists
you dance and you sing, I count the dead in this country, where those clever
that businesses do, no, do not care costs;
think that the Kyoto Protocol is a Japanese erotic movie.
Rit.:
Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia
where the night is dark, dark, dark,
so that the eyelids close and not reopen again.
Come dance and scratch your balls you too,
that you have to dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia,
trembling like a leaf leaf leaf.
Hold your head high when you come to the crane
because they happen to fall off and fall down.
is true, here's a party, but people are depressed and download:
I have a friend who had to kill to get a job at the factory. Among
a pole falling and a pipe bursts, in that bedlam mates who Sgobba;
Sgobba you and who does not buy the stuff and it breaks through, until not obstruct the grave.
Come and dance, it appears, in the tomato fields, where the mafia
enslaves workers
and if you go out rebels.
Romanian stored in closet as tomatoes in cans.
forced to endure the blackmail of great men but as confetti. Tourists
you stay with sandals, scandals do not if we are ungrateful
and we forgot to be the children of immigrants.
humiliated, do not ruin the trip.
on passes from Puglia, go to a better life.
Rit.:
Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia
where the night is dark, dark, dark,
so that the eyelids close and not reopen again.
Come dance and scratch your balls you too,
that you have to dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia
where you expect the Executioner Executioner Executioner.
the street corners swords of King Arthur,
opens the hole and go straight to Beelzebub.
O thou my Puglia Puglia Puglia mia,
you always carry in my heart when I go on.
And now I think I might die without you.
And now I think I could die with you.
(on my left hand .... you can see Abano)
Dolphins go dancing on the beach.
Elephants go dancing in unknown cemeteries.
The clouds go dancing horizon.
Trains go dancing in the museums for a fee.
And you, where are you going to dance?
Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia,
trembling like a leaf leaf leaf.
Hold your head high when you come to the crane,
because they happen to fall off and fall down. Hey
tourist, I want you to stay in this place italics.
careful, you spend the pass but this land sends you to a mental hospital.
Adriatic Sea and Ionian
want to breathe iodine
but here in the Gulf there is smell of sulfur, which is coming to the devil.
tan fear with dioxin ILVA,
here you are more red dots look like the Milva and after Pimpa. In the area
peddle the most good memory: there are those who have smoked
poisons ENI,
who worked and went into a coma;
smokes even Gargano, with all the forests on. Tourists
you dance and you sing, I count the dead in this country, where those clever
that businesses do, no, do not care costs;
think that the Kyoto Protocol is a Japanese erotic movie.
Rit.:
Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia
where the night is dark, dark, dark,
so that the eyelids close and not reopen again.
Come dance and scratch your balls you too,
that you have to dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia,
trembling like a leaf leaf leaf.
Hold your head high when you come to the crane
because they happen to fall off and fall down.
is true, here's a party, but people are depressed and download:
I have a friend who had to kill to get a job at the factory. Among
a pole falling and a pipe bursts, in that bedlam mates who Sgobba;
Sgobba you and who does not buy the stuff and it breaks through, until not obstruct the grave.
Come and dance, it appears, in the tomato fields, where the mafia
enslaves workers
and if you go out rebels.
Romanian stored in closet as tomatoes in cans.
forced to endure the blackmail of great men but as confetti. Tourists
you stay with sandals, scandals do not if we are ungrateful
and we forgot to be the children of immigrants.
humiliated, do not ruin the trip.
on passes from Puglia, go to a better life.
Rit.:
Come dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia
where the night is dark, dark, dark,
so that the eyelids close and not reopen again.
Come dance and scratch your balls you too,
that you have to dance in Puglia Puglia Puglia
where you expect the Executioner Executioner Executioner.
the street corners swords of King Arthur,
opens the hole and go straight to Beelzebub.
O thou my Puglia Puglia Puglia mia,
you always carry in my heart when I go on.
And now I think I might die without you.
And now I think I could die with you.
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