Fabri Fibra

Превод: на английски(не е много точен де ;д):
There are things nobody will tell you
There are things nobody will give you
You were born and you died here,
you were born and you died here.
Born in the Land of half-truths.

Where do you run away?

In Italy, guns in the cars.
In Italy, Machiavelli and Foscolo.
In Italy, world champions.

I'm in Italy
Welcome

In Italy, go on holiday to the seaside.
In Italy, better no surgeries.
In Italy, don't go to the hospital.
In Italy, life is beautiful.
In Italy, parties and gala nights.
In Italy, you make deals with the underworld.
In Italy, your nexdoor neighbor shoots at you.
In Italy...

There are things nobody will tell you
There are things nobody will give you
You were born and you died here,
you were born and you died here.
Born in the Land of half-truths.

Where do you run away?

In Italy, true members of the Mafia are
In Italy the most dangerous.
In Italy the hookers.
In Italy you eat hand-made pasta,
In Italy burglars,
In Italy you can't find a job,
in Italy, but you kiss the Crucifix.
In Italy the monuments,
In Italy churches with paintings,
In Italy people with feelings,
In Italy countryside and kidnappings

There are things nobody will tell you
There are things nobody will give you
You were born and you died here,
you were born and you died here.
Born in the Land of half-truths.

Where do you run away?

In Italy, dating girls,
In Italy photographed pin-ups,
In Italy you learn Art,
In Italy people forecast.
In Italy never-identified murderers,
In Italy lost and known faces.

In Italy

There are things nobody will tell you
There are things nobody will give you
You were born and you died here,
you were born and you died here.
Born in the Landof half-truths.