DESCRIPTION:
Canapa blues
(lyrics and music: S. Ferraro)

I often smoke Moroccan

I began as a child

I'm often layin' on the sofa

I don't disdain the pakistan

There are days when I feel

like I have certain expectations

there are days when I don't stop

smoking Calabrian weed

I guess green eyes are beautiful

I guess blue eyes are beautiful

but joints, but joints,

I like them more!

If from Congo, or the East

Asia, Islam, the whole world

not knowing it's orgin

makes my dream even more real

knock down those borders

and let them come here

this magic and fairy tales

this overlapping of ethnic groups

thousands of races, thousands of intoxications

a thousand different kinds of caresses

a higher knowledge of crops

pure plants never again

I get my shit there in Hazovic

I don't mind Cin Ciun Cian

even weed from Braciola

you can give it a drag

we only build one world

without language limitations

it's the good taste/price ratio

it's value that's distinguished

knock down those borders

and let them come here soon

this magic and fairy tales

this overlapping of ethnic groups

thousands of races, new essences

our consciousness a bit more shaken up

a higher knowledge of crops

pure plants never again

and at the end of every day

I always feel the same

If I look around

there's neither good nor bad

I'll just have my last drag

of a real cigarette

that makes me dream straight away

of a world without borders.