La Camorrita
Fabio Cadore
The Camorrita
Soul that sings for whom
In the hell of days
The stench crackles backwards
In the armpit that looks at you
Soul that thunders in a corner
With a pig's scream
Begging for alms and attention
From the palm of the hand
Soul that has been hurt so much
Why do you talk to that damn one
You're a lost cause in the pile
No one listens to you on this shore
No one prays for you on their knees
And some ask, ask
Soul that sings for whom
In the hell of days
The stench crackles backwards
In the armpit that looks at you
Soul that has been hurt so much
Why do you talk to that damn one
You're a lost cause in the pile
No one listens to you on this shore
No one prays for you on their knees
And some ask for the firing squad!
Listen to me
With a nail, they scratched the enamel on the soul
Left a grimace in the middle of the mouth
Never confuse that with a smile
I tell you that those who never work, work from below
I tell you that those who steal, don't steal money, they steal the future
I tell you that easy life wants easy trigger
The whistles of the soul go nowhere
But, somewhere, one plus one
Means us
