Moonlight Popolare [English translation]

[First stanza: Mahmood]

You speak of your life

As if it's written on the pages of the Koran

I, just like you,

I'm not from Bel Air,

I was born here

Ask your friends what I've payed

What weird thing I did for going

From a small church to the Top 10

With no convertible nor a dad

Mothers screaming in chorus

Alone out of the penitentiaries

Jobless fathers

Looking for life in house arrest

But if you look up from this garden

The moon looks like a lost sapphire in the dark

[Pre-chorus: Mahmood]

Over the roofs the moonlight

Shines like Shangai

You can see it too

Up from this neighbourhood

My God, my God, my God

And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying

My God, my God, my God

The moon as seen from a council house

[Chorus: Mahmood]

The moon as seen from a council house

The moon as seen from a council house

[Bridge 1: Massimo Pericolo]

Hey, bro, use Google Maps

Fly away from your city

Anti-trap police

Holy Mary full of crack

[Second stanza: Massimo Pericolo]

Here I'm more famous than Drake is

If my life is a movie, yours is the remake

I have one more gear because my new car has six

I have more money than my parents, fuck all of these fakes (Eh-eh)

And I've been told I'd lose my mind

But with joints I've only burned my sweatshirt

Everything has changed except for me (Yeah-yeah)

Everything has changed except for me (Yeah-yeah)

I can see it in your face that we're alike

We always have our guard up like boxers

If you're normal, you get stared at

But I'll make millions like "Polo Nord"

We've been told: "Ask and you'll be given"

But not that the more you give and the more they ask

The only light in the dark is a gunshot

But you're not the only one with a Glock

[Pre-chorus: Mahmood]

Over the roofs the moonlight

Shines like Shangai

You can see it too

Up from this neighbourhood

My God, my God, my God

And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying

My God, my God, my God

The moon as seen from a council house

[Chorus: Mahmood]

The moon as seen from a council house

The moon as seen from a council house

[Bridge 2: Massimo Pericolo & Mahmood]

Working sucks, bro, either I rap or I sell drugs

I get a manicure to scratch my balls

I've been to prison, you've worked hard

But factually the both of us have nothing in our hands

If they'll ask you what you'll become as a grown-up

Tell them: "I'll be okay with having the guts to

Make the right choices if I'll get places and people wrong"

Rather than the Grammies, I'll hear from you in a call center

[Outro: Mahmood]

My God, my God, my God

And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying

My God, my God, my God

The moon as seen from a council house

The moon as seen from a council house

The moon as seen from a council house