Roma [English translation]

Sons of a jackal

They play ball in the district square

Thirty kids all on the ball

Thirty minutes to touch it

Go on, look at Mamma Roma how beautiful she is at dawn

She’ll pierce your soul with a bitch

Son of a bitch, son of a bitch*

The dickhead looks like a mountain

The blond Tiber bathes it’s banks

Our lives on the edge you can’t imagine

Blood fills my pages

My longboat on a sea of tears

I lost my brothers in this shit town

Then I despair of happiness

Another round of the GRA

So fast that it will never stop us

(You did it with a brush, ma)

(You did it with a brush, ma)

(You did it with a brush, ma)

You did it with a brush, ma

(You did it with a brush, ma)

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(You did it with a brush, ma)

You did it with a brush, ma

I want a Porsche, a closet of only Lacoste

The world is so comical, good people die

Rome isn’t stupid no, I’m dying here with you tonight

And if Trastevere lights up, it shines even more than Coppedè**

These boys die on the blond Tiber

With fifteen halters and chains on their feet

On Via Nazionale on a Scarabeo***

It will end in tragedy like at the Elysée

Romulus and Remus are the sons of a hyena****

They speed along the Tiber as if it were the sky

You did it with a brush, ma

Yes, a painting by Chagall

(You did it with a brush, ma)

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You did it with a brush, ma

(You did it with a brush, ma)

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You did it with a brush, ma

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You did it with a brush, ma

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You did it with a brush, ma

Raised up to die on a hill

Pierced in the side at Vigne

Perished and sealed at Simplon

Risen from the dead somewhere in Montesacro

For my boys, forever