THOUGHT GOES .. You should think about the golden wings .. Reach the hills that are no longer appropriate We are not Jews in Babylon .. Worse, Italians in a pandemony. Oh my homeland, so beautiful but lost .. Towards even more true And at Verdi we color ourselves black. With words I do as I please .. Nobody can stop my freedom to think. Thought travels and goes beyond the seasons of life .. All year round, forever and to infinity.