Il bambino col fucile [English translation]

Kicking, pushing!

By pride he is distinguished,

Another son, killing virtue.

Low lives,

Consecrated to taxes

Winking at Beelzebub.

And the soul trembles as it realises that

The leader of the stupid is already king.

And then, out of the hearts,

From the freezers,

Is ice, good again for another drink.

Refrain:

In Medjugorje, you see the Madonna, and she's crying,

The grandmother in a miniskirt at parliament

There's always a very elegant air,

At the kindergarten, there's a child with a gun,

At the kindergarten, there's a child with a gun.

Beautiful, ugly with a knife held between your teeth

In the race towards engagements.

Beautiful, bullying, dancing on hot coals

To draw the attention of the tribe to yourself.

And again, a poem

Makes us fly away,

The fog over the steep hills is gone.

A clear sky,

Above the emotions,

Pasta with pesto, you it eat, you.

Refrain:

In Medjugorje, you see the Madonna, and she's crying,

The grandmother in a miniskirt at parliament

There's always a very elegant air,

At the kindergarten, there's a child with a gun,

At the kindergarten, there's a child with a gun.

Choir:

A-a-apparition

O-o-observation,

No, no, it's not an illusion

But you still don't believe it

Refrain:

In Medjugorje, you see the Madonna, and she's crying,

The grandmother in a miniskirt at parliament

There's always a very elegant air,

At the kindergarten, there's a child with a gun,

At the kindergarten, there's a child with a gun.

• Artist:Mina Celentano
• Album:Le migliori (2016)