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You are not state that you burned as witches immigrants except in the cave to venerate

You are not state that you speak of freedom as we talk about a wild night in the brothels. You are not

State that you drag the nation into the dark, but you have fun doing the luminaries.

you have not been, you who are men, perhaps because of the wrist surrounded by idiots.

you have not been, you are waving the flag as cornering and that is enough to make you feel patriotic.

you have not been, you or your parliament of idolaters ready for anything to get a hearing.

you have not been, you are buying votes with propaganda but it never paid the consequence.

You are not state that you tighten the rosary between her fingers, hoping that the polls you refreshed.

Non siete Stato, voi che risolvete il dramma dei disoccupati andando nei salotti a fare i saltimbanchi.

Non siete Stato, voi.

Non siete Stato, voi.

Non siete Stato, voi uomini boia con la divisa che ammazzate di percosse i detenuti.

Non siete Stato, voi con gli anfibi sulle facce disarmate prese a calci come sacchi di rifiuti.

Non siete Stato, voi che mandate i vostri figli al fronte come una carogna da una iena che la spolpa.

Non siete Stato, voi che rimboccate le bandiere sulle bare per addormentare ogni senso di colpa.

Non siete Stato, you cursed forcaioli unprepared, always looking for an enemy to fight.

You are not state that you burned as witches immigrants worship except the one in the cave.

you have not been, you with the bust of the leader on the desks and the constitution under his feet.

You are not state that you deserve to be estripati as the weeds out of your seats.

you have not been, vol.

you have not been, vol.

You are not state that you toast the blood of those who try to shed light on the obscure your lives.

you have not been, you would like to daily voice to some silent as graves.

you have not been, you who are more like a tailored pair of pants according to the genitals.

You are not state that you treated me like a stray who criticizes you that cutting the vocal cords.

you have not been, you servants, who have rented costumes sovereign undeserved money

You are brothers in a lodge which sits on the value of the privileged as you,

That call them heroes and mafia that corrupt the calls Pius

And each of you involved in any sort of offense, the magistrate fixed and then I swear to God:

"It was not me"