Mal di stomaco [English translation]

Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me,

Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me...

The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up

I wouldn't call it madness

I have a desire of evading which takes me away

I work too much and I'm never home

I accumulate stress, I told you it's my fault

if I did the pharmacy course

at this point I would have a degree and anyway

tell me how many graduates have the guarantee

of not becoming dishwashers in a pizzeria

\"Nice to meet you I'm Fibra, are you the mother?

Do you know that your daughter at 16 is already a bitch?

And goes around the classroom with her belly half naked

in front of a teacher who has eyes of a barracuda.\"

My salary seems like a utopia

I want to go on holiday I'm going in Tunisia

or maybe at the Red Sea don't tell me it's forbidden

will I be so unlucky to get in the middle of an attack?

Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me

The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up

Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me

The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up

Four days in Canazei, you can't even imagine the things I could

I could fire a shot in my head if I wake up one morning next to a gay

I could I could lose my memory if I see my ex who became a nun

I could demolish this old school

I could flood it with tinfoil

I could not have company because I lost millions at the lottery

but tell me: do you believe in the lottery?

Do you know someone who won the lottery?

I called Wanna Marchi at the secretariat

to know how much money I spend

but what can I do? Do I report it to the police or do I tell Striscia[1]?

See, this is democracy!

Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me

The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up

Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me

The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up

Have you seen a girl getting off from the motorbike?

A moment after she died falling in the void

with the guy that she thought she was doing as a joke

but the notice for that hole was put just a bit after

I go around in car with a worn-out face

while I drive I speak at the phone and put on a tie

five deaths out of ten for distracted driving

who made this absurd statistic?

Yet this truck is going to squash me in a bit

its' not like I have the van Gogh, who are you chasing?

Can you hear this voice? Can you see this face?

I am Fabri Fibra, it's scrap paper!

I don't want children and my parents know it

because I don't trust anymore the schools that are made

these roofs that collapse, where are they going?

Do I have to count all the children that die every year?

Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me

The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up

Everybody follow me, I want to vent, understand me

The stomachache doesn't go away, some facts make me throw up

Everybody follow me, follow me, follow me...

• Artist:Fabri Fibra