Piero Riccardi: Heart attack
Piero Riccardi: Look at me
Piero Riccardi: My wounded heart flies away...
Piero Riccardi: Thank you, merci, danke, gracias, ευχαριστίες, kiitos, bedamken,謝謝, ありがとう, شكر, спасибо, مهرباني.......
Piero Riccardi: Wardrobe
Piero Riccardi: Work make you free / work makes you slave. Why don't we work anymore?