Canzone arrabbiata [English translation]

Singing, for those who aren’t lucky

singing for me

Singing to this moon 'cause I feel yucky

contra all thee

Contra who is rich and doesn’t know

who stains the truth and doesn’t show

I’m walkin’n’singin’, out of the rage that I stow

I think of all the people who live gloomily,

in the city’s solitude so brutally

I think of the illusions of humanity

all its words repeated, it’s insanity

Singing, for those who aren’t lucky

singing for me

Singing to this moon 'cause I feel yucky

contra all thee

Singing to the sun that soon will show

then go down low, again re-glow

to the illusions and the rage that I stow

I think of all the people who live gloomily,

in the city’s solitude so brutally

I think of the illusions of humanity

all its words repeated, it’s insanity

Singing, for those who aren’t lucky

singing for me

Singing to this moon 'cause I feel yucky

contra all thee

Singing to the sun that soon will show

then go down low, again re-glow

to the illusions and the rage that I stow