Tutta Scena [English translation]

All the stage directors, put your hands up, up

The queens of the stage, put your hands up, up

All the stage directors, put your hands up, up

And those who lead/direct the most, go click on YouTube

It’s all an act and you must play your role

During the windy holidays, you hide in a two-room apartment in Formentera*

Pretending to be rich in the dance club, or bringing a book to the wine bar

Students out of class, with tabacco, raise your hand, Che Guevara and De Fonseca**

The stage of these nerds

Of those who are hi-tec

Then, the scene in which computers freeze up on them, 2 out of 3

Ever since I was a young boy, I was sad because my parents didn’t want to dress me in designer labels

Things in life return to you at times

Now, the Paninari*** have Hipster kids

No fear. It’s all an act. And he feels alone like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act. And she feels ugly like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act. At times, I temble like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act.

But, it’s all an act. The stage that hates rap.

The stage that you are not cool enough for by knowing this band

The stage of the Vegan witch, satanic cults, black mass

Seven guys on the same evening

70 euros – set - staged

DJ with only one switch on the mixer

And people don’t want to believe that the promiscuous actrice pretends,****

That the anti-gay bishop is glaringly homosexual,

The Indy Rocker says that he’s bi and is never seen with a man

No fear. It’s all an act. And he feels alone like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act. And she feels ugly like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act. At times, I temble like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act.

Anarchic Punk scene with the Apple label

On your 800 Euro i-Phone,

Overstuffed by your overweight friend, the only one in the group who was not lying down

The scene dependent on television, and on what is said on it,

The independent scene that doesn’t pay the cost for my concert,

The concerts in the stadiums,

We are a tribe that dances

Peace, love, and equality

Throw stones at the opening band

No fear. It’s all an act. And he feels alone like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act. And she feels ugly like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act. At times, I temble like you do.

No fear. It’s all an act.

The queens of the stage, put your hands up, up

Kiss your girlfriend and then post on Facebook

Kiss your girlfriend and then post on Facebook

Kiss your girlfriend and then post on Facebook

• Artist:J-Ax
• Album:Meglio Prima (?) (2011)