Mamma L'italiani

Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs

For centuries, wandering around the world
In the pizzeria with Vesuvius in the background
It doesn’t come from China, it’s not even American
If you see a show-off, he’s just an Italian

The Italian stands out from the crowd
Covered in flour or blood from a carcass
He moves unchecked, he knows everyone
He puts on a nice face, then screws everyone over

Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs

To the sound of the mandolin, he was hiding illegally
Whiskey and cigarettes, clearly for the mind
Today he’s changed a bit, but he’s still the same
He doesn’t sell cigarettes, but tricks for sex

The Italian has always been a migrating people
Looking ahead with a mind in the past
If someone didn’t get it, he’d explain it again
Whoever went against him got thrown in the...

Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs

Italy for the Italians and for its people
It’s the style that makes the difference, clearly
Genius, that’s the rule
With ideas that changed the course of history
Italy and its name, a high position
An uncomfortable legacy
Today the Italian vision is that
We travel tattooed with the mafia’s signature

Mafia, mafia, mafia
Doesn’t belong to me, no, this brand
Air, air, air
People are too tired, it’s time to change the air
Mafia, mafia, mafia
Doesn’t belong to me, no, this brand
Air, air, air
People are too tired, it’s time to change the air

Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs

Pleasure vacations for young seventy-year-olds
On the records, Italians, but in Brazil, they’re eighteen
They pay heavily for enterprising girls
If this company gets caught, it’s with their teeth

The Italian has always been a migrating people
Looking ahead with a mind in the past
If someone didn’t get it, he’d explain it again
Whoever went against him got thrown in the...

Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs

Shoot the family of the informant who sang
He who gets paid on the 27th by the state
Named and condemned, in his name they shot
And recounting his souls can’t be done anymore

The family of the informant who sang responds
Defending themselves, getting angrier every day
It’ll be war between families
Blood and rage between the grills
With fame like leaves that will betray you

Mafia, mafia, mafia
Doesn’t belong to me, no, this brand
Air, air, air
People are too tired, it’s time to change the air
Mafia, mafia, mafia
Doesn’t belong to me, no, this brand
Air, air, air
People are too tired, it’s time to change the air

Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs
Mama, the Italians, mama, the Italians, not even the dogs, not even the dogs