A NAPOLI NON PIOVE

In Naples, there’s no sea, there’s no sun
It covers its ears when it hears the gunshots
In Naples, there’s no king, there’s no saint
Only the Madonna keeps me company
I come where the city poses for a picture
I come where they come to take all the junk
She’s not around when the kids get hurt
Naples doesn’t cry, in Naples it doesn’t rain
The sidewalk always bears the name of someone
Who lost their life up top, it’s a gamble between life and death
When you love someone, you always have a memory
That’s the only way to give life back to death
It’s so cold, junk doesn’t go today
Those who bleed make puddles on the ground
I want to love you like I do my mom
But you’re as strict as my dad was with me
And you’ve taught me well

Yeah, ah
I look at the sky and it gets darker, won’t let me sleep
I look at my dad getting older
I wanted to fly and now I don’t know how to land
I look at the sky and it gets grayer and colder
But this sky is a wall that keeps me from talking to God
I look at my mom who becomes more beautiful for me
I wanted to fly, I wanted to fly
If I could cry, it would hurt less

I’m the type who, if he jumps off a mountain, builds wings in flight
So he doesn’t really land
My fate was written in the diaries
Life here screws you without a warning
When priests were like little birds for how much they ate
I’m like Icarus: I’m willing to die to rise higher
It’s not true, believe me, that money makes you taller
It makes you shorter in the eyes of those watching
The heart feels pain to defend itself
The rain is physiological, cleans the ground
An old man wants to be young and vice versa
Life, even if long, leaves a mark
I don’t know the formula when I pray
Because every day is different with things I don’t have
When I was at my mom’s house, it was real at the entrance
Now I have an Hermès blanket and I don’t care for anything
But life has rewarded me

Yeah, ah
I look at the sky and it gets darker, won’t let me sleep
I look at my dad getting older
I wanted to fly and now I don’t know how to land
I look at the sky and it gets grayer and colder
But this sky is a wall that keeps me from talking to God
I look at my mom who becomes more beautiful for me
I wanted to fly, I wanted to fly
If I could cry, it would hurt less
But this sky is a wall that keeps me from talking to God
I look at my mom who becomes more beautiful for me
I wanted to fly, I wanted to fly
If I could cry, it would hurt less