Vesuvio
Spaccanapoli
Vesuvius
If you climb or if you don't climb a staircase
If death is a death that can tremble
Mountain made of lava of a hundred lions
You hold my life in your hands
I'm a bunch of houses or I'm a bunch of jails
Where you're closed from morning to night
You're the purgatory of all these people
Who live in shacks and live in silence
If we smoke or if we don't, it makes noise
The fire that brings you into the heart
When the sky gets dark at night
The memory of you scares us
Who lives with you, you don't care
If you go crazy, you're really crazy
The only truth for everyone
Would be what I was
But then where do we go, before it's day
After all this fire and lava takes us all
In the middle of the street
Who lives with you, you don't care
If you go crazy, you're really crazy
The only truth for everyone
Would be what I was
If you climb or if you don't climb a staircase
If death is a death that can tremble
Mountain made of lava of a hundred lions
You hold my life in your hands
