There, beneath, into my brother's shoes,
To the place where fingers go,
Mother crinkles newspaper and puts it in
So I wouldn't lose them off my feet somewhere.
And you turn your head when mother tells you:
"It'll get better, we won't complain...
If you think you're born for something greater
Shitty shoes cannot make you smaller!"
Bella figura, bella pitura
How will you tell your mother?
"There's no use from it
Everyone went forward
Only we went backwards!"
There where your mother keeps the broomsticks
There is a hole hiding a secret,
Money she hides from herself
For bad times, and matches and tobacco
She needs tobacco to calm the nerves
And matches to light it.
Money is for you to take it
So you'd have something to be ashamed of for your whole life.
Bella figura, bella pitura
How will you tell your mother?
"There's no use from me
Everyone went forward
Only I went backwards!"
Bella figura, bella pitura
How will you tell your mother?
"There's no use from me
(everyone went forward)
Everyone went forward
Only I went backwards
Only I went backwards!"
For the first time you feel like a somebody
Under casino lights...
All your troubles are far enough now
And you just need a stroke of luck.
And before dawn, one dark kitchen,
One shadow waiting when you will open the door.
And she says: "My child, if you kill my hope
I'll have no place to hide away
I have no place to hide away!"
Bella figura, bella pitura
Mother would say:
"There's no use from that
Let other people go forward
You just come back to me!"
Bella figura, bella pitura
Mother would say:
"There's no use from that
Let other people go forward
You just come back to me
You just come back to me!"
You just come back to me...
I have no place to hide away...