Aniene - A Waste of Words lyrics

Employees at the post office never work And as the queues lengthen, the times become shorter Our savings shrink Clots in the arteries of the capital, which doesn’t love us Who lost his heart by playing poker Giving it to the cheat of the three-card game At platform number 17 of Termini station And if my life will stop here I won’t give a damn Since time acquires a meaning only for those who have none And I willingly give you mine But it is a waaaste of words A thought to throw away A waaaste of words A badly written sentence Ungrammatical Nobody talks about the melancholy of fish About who was born on April 1st and does not believe this Is just a case Rather a joke of destiny Of the memories you remember, choose only the most beautiful ones And leave the others to those who did not know you, in short Who did not choose you The moral question, the question is immoral If the ones who cash in are always the same And our plate always keeps crying But it is a waaaste of words A thought to throw away A waaaste of words A badly written sentence A waste of words Just breath to waste A waaaste of words A thought gone bad Forgotten