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Fiil de ferr

Trenta töcch de fèrr per ligà la mia dignità
Per saràla in una brenta e per fàla stravaccà
Trenta oecc de pèss in carpiön, trenta cioo senza capèla,
Trenta paröll che ho rubaa de'n libru per fàcch el fiil...
A la tua surèla...

Sun la scaja de vedru rutt de la tua ültima damigiana,
Pifferaio sempru ciucch cun trii cobra in fila indiana,
Sun rüvaa cun la biciclèta senza manübri e senza cadèna
Sun rüvaa per fàtt capì che de sparàmm...
Vaar mea la pena...

I me sogn hann finii la benza, el mè coer l'ho faa in salmì,
La mia cuscienza la paar un quadru de Salvador Dalì...
Sun't un sciàtt cun la dolcevita che i principess m'hann mai basaa
Sun't un troj cun la pata vèrta e per un euro so foo pescà...

Trenta töcch de lamièra spèssa per giügà a picà deent el coo
Trenta culpi de rivultèla per fa mea capì el mè nömm,
El mè pà l'era un urinari... la mia màmm 'na mitragliatriis
La mia barca la funda e sto soel fuund... cumè fa el butriis

Sun nassüü suta quèla pianta dove Giuda el s'è impicaa
Gh'eren lè trenta denari e me quindess ghi hoo rubaa
Ma i danee ghe serviven mea per pagàss el paradiis
Sun turnaa suta la pianta e ho lassaa lè dumà i radiis...

Sun l'umbriia de quell'omm de merda che te voeret mea diventà,
Sun quel tocch de paröla spurca che duperet per bestemà
Ma de nocc quaand se calma l'unda te me vegneree a cercà...
I tò amis i te disen bàll... e noen Bastardi... la verità...

Fiil de ferr

Thirty iron bonds to tie up my dignity
To lock it up in a barrel and make it burst
Thirty pickerel bites, thirty bare-headed chests,
Thirty words stolen from a book to make you a fool...
For your sister...

I'm standing on the broken glass of your last demijohn,
A clueless piper always drunk with three cobras in an Indian file,
I arrived on a bicycle without handlebars or a chain
I arrived to make you understand that killing me...
Isn't worth the trouble...

My dreams have run out of petrol, I've turned my heart into a stew,
My conscience is like a Salvador Dalì painting...
I'm a tramp in a turtleneck that princesses have never kissed
I'm a buffoon with a broken leg and for a euro I can be caught...

Thirty thick iron sheets to play at banging in the head
Thirty revolver shots to make me understand my name,
My father was a urinal... my mother a machine gun
My boat is sinking and it's stuck at the bottom... like butter

I was born under that tree where Judas hanged himself
There were thirty denarii there and I stole fifteen
But I didn't need the money to pay my way to paradise
I went back under the tree and left only the roots...

I'm the shadow of that piece of shit you never wanted to become,
I'm that bit of dirty language that you use to curse
But at night when the waves calm down, you'll come looking for me...
Your friends call you ball... but not bastards... the truth...