Down below the world is turning Night has come I'm so high, light too bright It feels like burning, take me down I'm so high I'm so high We're the mass
l'infini Dans la cohue de l'existence Se trouve toujours un passant Qui n'a pas eu de ligne de chance Et qui devint un emigrant Regarde-le comme il
Mio padre aveva un treno e terra dove andare a nord una stazione lo stava ad aspettare E parti che era di Maggio con l'armata della fame e porto con
Etre immigre en France non c'est pas si facile Faut qu'on se faufile, de nos mains qu'on soit habile Le temps faire la queue a la sous-prefecture Le temps
Down below the world is turning Night has come I'm so high Light too bright it feels like burning Take me down I'm so high I'm so high We're the mass
sulo na speranza rinde 'o core e quande veg 'a tutta chest'a gente me pare e vere a me tante anne fa lassave o sole e 'o mare inutilmente l'america cercave
The northbound trains promised a chance of redemption to the reconstruction army whose sunburnt backs had know the cold sweat of factories On the foreign
What America do I live in if not this one? and what do they think they are exporting? it's not me. This land is my land where ever I stand only that money
Translation: Emigrate. Praying For A Riot.
Translation: Emigrate. Battle Of One.
Translation: Emigrate. A Modern Myth.
Translation: Emigrate. The Fantasy.
