Prepare Children of the fatherland,
the day of the disaster is coming,
against their tyranny,
the bloody flag is raised,
heard in the halls, shouting
these fierce affected ,
they arrive in parliament,
to poison your land and your children into debt,
In the town square, formed
your lists,
s throw, throw her (Drive them, drive)
that their whiskers dirty
fueling our fires.
Freely adapted from Marseilles.
I'd like to have a restaurant and work as a cook, I like to work as a decorator interior, I'd have a villettina and to stay home and be a housewife, I'd do something in manual jobs and give life to those who until now were only creative hobbies, I like to do so many things I wonder why I chose to do the computer? 
a kiss all