San Gennaro If I were I would not be so 'light
With my Neapolitan I m' How to really piss
the landlord makes the accounts after such a failure would be unceremoniously
cynical and violent
I say to the builder of the business center
What we can 'just piss' cause has been a urinal
Skyscrapers in the history of suffering a heart attack
Maybe it 's only one manufacturer who has lost his memory
In the back of the districts of madonnas and sirens
Parabolic antennas and needles in his veins
and alleys of the old cloisters of pastors and saints The windows are anodized
slaps landmarks
It 's like spitting in the face of D'angio' to the Aragon
Clear away the traces of a mistress
E Naples' effort dell'ignobile pimp shit On
pearls before swine given by Don Carlos of Bourbon
E 'therefore' that I too passionate with hidden political
Why 'only they are the real Camorra in Naples
A has always paid the bribe
And someone has built with the blood of people
And in some big ass and finish the 'armchair
And for us poor fools just need a Maradona
And the miracle required to clear the blood red
only knows Jesus' Christ and the blood 'bitter blood
knows the Christ, which is' shrouded in mystery and shame
From that noble prince alchemist Sansevero
And he knows Virgil's sincere Sannazzaro
Giambattista della Porta, and that the culprit' money
And no one says enough for the cult of the party
E of Naples as it remains in the eyes of tourists
Via the old sidewalks that filed reports
seppelliamoli lava stones and slabs of asphalt ...
the contract ...
but I can not 'accept the label and a provincial
Naples stealing in every newscast
A Napoli sauce that smells of' underworld of cocaine
of spaghetti and pizza margherita
of a Naples abusive
With the artificial paradise recurring dream of escape and to emigrate
and a people that has created new courses in school and the professor who teaches
what 's the art of getting more
I can not' accept the label of the guinea
E saying that every child and 'nu nice Snout
And I rode that fork and' the Kasbah of
wise guy you're sending the package with a stereo with the brick
San Gennaro If I swear that my vomit
I would do worse than anger from Vesuvius Pompeii
And since 'I've got got a taste of the excuse of the holy
I think it's fair to do as well as some
Pino Daniele Ask what happened to my land
We are happy lazzari quanno Chiove' to pecundria
Napule is' na Napule and dirty paper 'a thousand fears
But pe' chhiste vich ne so 'past' sti ccriature
Da Ponte Giulio Cesare Cortese to Paisiello
From Basile Totonno Petito until
Da Di Benedetto Croce Viviani then with Giacomo Parisi
Caruso Da Toto 'up to the De Filippo Massimo Troisi
There' s been a Genoese and Leopardi proudly
The romantic Matilda and the morning of Scarfoglio
Filangieri Cardarelli all the gold of Marotta
There 's past the lady who now see a Piedigrotta
A Luciano De Crescenzo Bellavista Milan
And Sofia today that the U.S. Congress from Pozzuoli
A Roberto De Simone, who also took the heart
Now try to sfruttarala Federico Salvatore
But I can not tolerate those who arrogate to themselves the right
then to change and transform everything 'and that' was made
Who wants to cut the rope with the old tradition
Who put shit in the culture and the song
I can not stand that a man born in Foggia
Porta Napoli in the world and the press encourages
And the critic gave the event neomelodico
to throw down the toilet Because of the twentieth century Naples
'I still believe and I swear I pissed
What Posillipo Toledo and divides them an old wall
How to Berlin that we break into two halves'
One and 'son' and the other Bucchino and 'son' and papa '
San Gennaro If I swear that I would dress
Pulcinella Che Guevara and go down from the sky
To shout to my people all that' it hurts
And yet I end up as innocent in Poggioreale
'cause I'm old as Gennaro in my heart
Hope Iervolino can' ease my pain?
I realized that life and 'only a return trip
that tomorrow is' already 'and that finished yesterday and' a new day seems
a play on words but I feel more 'safe
With projects from the past and the memories of the future
And at the end of my journey, I ask forgiveness Naples
If I tried to stay as they are courageously
Author: federico salvatore
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