L'Abbigliamento Di Un Fuochista

Son with what eyes
With what eyes should I see you
With worn-out pants on your behind
And these brand new shoes
Son with no tomorrow
With this look of a fleeing animal
And these tears on the shore
That don't want to know
Son with one foot still on the ground
And the other already in the sea
With a little jacket to cover you
And a cap to say goodbye
And the money tucked inside your belt
So no one can snatch it
People today are no longer afraid
Not even of stealing
But mom, they steal my life from me
When they make me work hard
For a few dollars in the boilers
Below sea level
On this dark dark ship they tell me
That can't sink
Son with what eyes
And what sorrow in your heart
Now that the ship has gone
And the tugboat is coming back
Son without chains
Without a shirt just as you were born
On this cruel Atlantic
Son already forgotten
Son who had everything
And lacked nothing
Who will confuse your face
With the face of other people
And you will surely marry
In an American brothel
And you will have children with a strange woman
Who don't speak Italian
But mom, to tell you the truth
I don't know what Italian is
And even if I travel the world
I don't know geography
On this dark dark ship they tell me
That can't sink
On this dark dark ship they tell me