I'm a hunter
born to kill
nerves of steel
quick as a ferret.
With my scoop
I send, in the shit-eater-paradise,
every fly ovest from Lambro river.
I open a beer...
play for a while with the cap
and crush it in my hands.
Bended red cap: lips with teeth.
Flies buzz around me,
making me think about vultures.
I grow old and I finished
becoming more wise.
Always more fat, more slow,
The flame of enthusiasm falters,
like fire in the rain,
and I keep on telling myself: not today!
Do not call me, do not talk to me,
do not ask me no shit!
Tomorrow I will say everything,
I'll be sincere,
face the thruth...