It`s your obsession with living in a city
Look well at the state we are in, due to the metropolis
Beautiful like us, you know there were really a few
they said: those are from the countryside
But they laughed, they belly laughed, they already knew
we would have soon become like them
all grey like skyscrapers with a wax face
with a wax face, is the law of this atmosphere
that you can not escape until you live in a city
Naked on the plant, you tanned in the sun with me
and on the branches larks sang for us
but now, here in the city the engines of cars
already are singing to us the funeral march
And the factories even scent our air,
coloring the sky in black that smells of death
but the council says though that the city is modern
don`t take account, if the concrete also closes your nose
Neurosis is in fashion: who doesn`t have it will be repudiated
Ouch, no more breath, I feel that I choke a little
I feel the breath going down, going down and not up
I only see that something is growing....
maybe it`s a tree, yes a tree of thirty floors
testo e musica: Adriano Celentano