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Bandera Blanca - Lyrics by Battiato Franco


Lyrics
Mister tamburino yo no quiero bromear,pong
àmonos la camiseta, los tiempos cambiar
àn.
Somos hijos de la estrellay biznientos de su majestad el dinero.
Por fortuna mi racismo no me deja verlos programas demenciales con tribuna electoral.
Aunque llev
éis perfumes y desodorantessois arenas movedizas, siempre hacia abajo.
Hay quien se pone unas gafas de sol,por tener m
às carisma y sintom
àtico misterio.
Qu
é dif
ìcil es seguir padre cuando el hijo crecey las madres envejecen.
Cu
ànta escu
àlida figura que atraviesa el pa
ìsy qu
é m
ìsera es la vida con abusos de poder.
En el puerto ondea la bandera blanca,en el puerto ondea la bandera blanca.
Sul ponte sventola bandiera biancasul ponte sventola bandiera bianca
Yo prefiero la ensalada a Beethoven y Sinatra, a Vivaldi,uvas pasas que me dan m
às calor
ìas.
Que dificil es quedarse quieto, indiferentemientras todo en torno hace ruido.
En esta época de locos nos faltabanlos idiotas del horror.
He o
ìdo los disparos en una v
ìa del centro.
Cuanta est
ùpida gallina, se pelean para nada.
Minima inmoralia, minima inmoralia.
Sumergidas sobre todo en basuras musicales.
En el puerto ondea la bandera blancaen el puerto ondea la bandera blanca.
Sul ponte sventola bandiera biancasul ponte sventola bandiera bianca





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