Canzone del padre [English translation]

"Do you really want to leave your eyes

only the dreams that don't let you wake up"

"Yes, Your Honour, but I want them bigger"

"There's a place there, your father left it.

You'll just have to stay on the bridge

And watch the other ships go by

Direct the smaller ones to the river

The bigger ones already know where to go"

That's how I became my father

Whom I killed in an earlier dream

The Court trusted me

Acquittal and crime, same motive.

And now Berto, son of the washerwoman

Schoolmate, he prefers to learn

How to count on the antennae of crickets

He never uses soap balls to play;

He buried his mother in a washing machine graveyard

Wrapped in a blanket almost like a hero;

He stopped just a second to suggest God

To keep minding his own business

Then he escaped afraid of getting rusty

Yesterday's newspaper says he died of rust

The undertakers often pick up parts of him

Among those who let rain fall on their heads.

I invested money and affections

Family and bank are a safe source of income,

My wife and I talk about love,

There are distances, there are no fears,

But every night she surrenders to me later

Men come, one of them's thinner

He has a luggage and two passports

She has the eyes of a woman I pay.

Commissioner, that's why I pay you

She has the eyes of a woman that's mine

The thin man's hands are busy

A luggage of pendants, an expulsion order

He doesn't have the face of his first hashish anymore

He's my last son, the least wanted one

He has nothing but a few rags on which to stumble

He doesn't care about standing up, even when he falls

And my alibis catch fire

The Guttuso still to be authenticated

Now the flames surround my bed

These are the dreams that don't let you wake up.

Your Honour, you're a son of a bitch

I wake up again and I wake up sweaty

Now wait for me outside of the dream

We'll really see each other

I'll start from scratch.