Testo Anastasia

Limping Anastasia waits patient in the yard. For just one hint of recognition, two strong arms. And a ticket to America where everything is better. She can hide behide a curtain, write letters. Perhaps a handsome senator will take her by the glove, he'll face the people helpless - they will fall in love. Oh, they'll shower her with sympathy, they'll give her all their money. She will fly back home again with a private army. The bombs will decimate those towers, I'll be on my knees. I'll plead for her exquisite mercy, I'll lick her high heels clean. And I will sell my Judas friends for ten years in a hole. I will sell my family, I shall sell my soul. But remember her dark intentions: I'll just roll her chain. I'll slip a penny for the tram fare, I'll tell the driver, "Don't stop 'til Spain."