Italian/Original version here.
Us against the world,
this damned bastard place.
Us against the world,
against all
that’s all,
what they don’t understand,
they don’t listen.
We, against this lousy rot,
of these masks,
endless.
Us against the world,
that we want to look at us,
and listen to us.
That we stay close
to those who do not deserve us,
but in any case, always with ourselves.
us, against the world,
to be on guard,
when we can get it:
the rematch.
“I wish you would’ve listened
Can you hear me now?
Tell me what to do
I’m right beside you
It’s us against the world”
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