When it will be over i promise that I’ll be a better man
I will show affection, I’ll hug even half cousins of my dad

Now that I learned Pizza, I will cook for all the poors in town
I will help the planet and I’ll move only with my bycicle

I’ll arrange meetings and events of patriotic unity
Won’t spit anymore on my country, Everyone will be a bro to me

When it will be over i promise that i will be a better man
I won’t snap at postal workers, and I’ll give up my seat to the elders

I’ll devote my eight per thousand to Catholic Church
And I will pray for everyone, even chicken thieves and fat sinners

Now that it is over I am trying to do the best I can
I will hug my mother after I’ve scrolled all instagram

I would like to cook but the 7 o’clock padel breaks my day
I would reach it by foot, but I’d be tired before I start to play

The people that I used to sing along from our windows with
Looking down in the elevator I sense they’re just as awkward as me

(the people that i used to sing with
I don’t even greet them anymore)