Face à la mer [English translation]

(Passi)

Let's not choose by origine,

Nor by color of the skin

When we are dreaming of a life in a castle

While we're living in the ghetto

To born the vice around the neck like Cosette for Hugo

To born into camo suit to the conflicts

And to pray for the highest

Children of C.O.N.G.O.

This rage I have against M.I.C.R.O. my words are powerful

Out with socks on,

Dreaming of ripping the painting made of veapons, tears,

Made of blood and cries

Refrain (Calogero)

Face to the sea

I should have grown

Face against the ground

I could have died

I rise again

I grab my last dream

(Passi)

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

(Calogero)

I grab my last dream

(Passi)

It was a drought on a soil or it won't stop

Seeding the sadness

To the eyes that cannot cry I have many distant dreams

I've rebelled much and drunk much of nonsense

And that made me too much drunk

In life there are slaps really and hits which do not meet the gole

The "don't you have an euro?" or hit that rips off, there

Is state, the RMIstes, the "have you something to smoke?"

If you are low one must whip, you won't give up

You are not known as yourself, the jealousy is got from idiots

To be left-right face to the sea to the gally in the distance

You are not known as yourself, the jealousy let you slip out of sharing the jerk

Left-rights with a look of worry

Refrain

(Passi)

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

(Calogero)

I grab my last dream

Face to the sea

You resist

Face against the ground

Your name on the list

Of your whole existance

Mentioned to arrive to the court*

(Passi)

The history of this quill is chocked with tar

This grey material of what the lands are not bulid acquisation

We do rise, we repair thoroughly,

Heading to the Pantheon

I place one of those who is there, who dreams about consecration

To be voluntarily ready to manage*

We want to touch the sky without lowering the pants

Too few good fairies and too many Cinderellas

Calo – Passi 2.0.0.4. Action

(Calogero)

I grab my last dream

I rise again

I grab my last dream

(Passi)

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

(Calogero)

I grab my last dream

(Passi)

Both on the same slab of stone

And both dissappointed

(Calogero)

I grab my last dream

(Passi)

Let's not choose by origine, nor by color of the skin

When we are dreming of a life in a castle

While we're living in the ghetto

To born the vice around the neck like Cosette for Hugo

To born into camo suit to the conflicts

And to pray for the highest

Children of C.O.N.G.O. this rage I have against M.I.C.R.O. my words are powerful

Out with socks on, dreaming of ripping the painting

Made of veapons, tears, made of blood and cries

Face to the sea,

We all want to grow

Calo – Passi, too young to die