Everywhere is freaks and hairies Dykes and fairies, tell me, where is sanity? Tax the rich, feed the poor 'Til there are no rich no more I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do So I'll leave it up to you Population keeps on breeding Nation bleeding, still more feeding, economy Life is funny, skies are sunny Bees make honey, who needs money? No, not poor me I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do So I'll leave it up to you Oh, yeah World pollution, there's no solution Institution, electrocution Just black and white, rich or poor Them and us, stop the war I'd love to change the world But I don't know what to do So I'll leave it up to you
not just protest, but it fits in well Sinigaglia, Lanciotto, Rosselli they are names of "Garibaldi" brigades guided by the most beautiful hymns will march for better destinies of a country betrayed cowardly in twenty years of mourning and horror will finally be freed from the German tyrant invader. We are the Partisans We fight, We win, We die We are Italians and we have one faith in our hearts for beautiful Italy we will give everything once more, against the Nazi-fascist barbarians Our valour is inexhaustible ! Fanciullacci, Caiani, "Powerful" are the names covered with glory so brutally slaughtered by the enemies of all history but they will know that our martyrs they still look at us, standing and shouting "we are not dead, We will march with You like before! " We are the Partisans We fight, We win, We die We are Italians and We have one faith in our hearts for beautiful Italy we will give everything once more, against the Nazi-fascist barbarians Our value is inexhaustible!
