Many people hate us, they would like to be like us
Let's recognize that in the world there are few class like us Ritals, where I come from where to speak with your hands it's vital
Or they sew your arm back together instead of a leg in the hospital
I come from where the smile is 'shows without complexes
Where relations with the law are difficult and complex
Where cities have been enemies since time immemorial
Constantly at hand of settlers from Spain
From the Arab world or from France from the Norman Kingdom
I come from where the dry land trembles in its sleep
The place where we 'pread a dish of Penne all'Arrabiata
On a terrace in the sun relax with big Losas
I come from where houses are made and not finished from the
Where the teams and the neighborhoods do not unite
Where the majority, is acquired in the strada,
Where ¹ we all dream of luxury, of stunning women
And Prada suits
Where there are plenty of honest people too
Workers who are there ¨vent
And crazy people living dreams, dance halls
Nightclubs playing
Fucking bandits playing
I'm coming from where on the walls there are the death notices
From where Pipo dives when he plays the injured
Hence guys prefer animals, alone, to men
Because very strangely they like everything that keeps its mouth shut
I come from the city where pretty much is synonymous with very good
Don't blame us, it's a system put in place very ¨ far away
Hence the girls are beautiful and the brothers jealous but how
To say once they are free, they let themselves go when they are alone
From there where Alban and Romina come
There where the same ones, parade through town with 6 kg of gomina
On the scooters  3, handbag watch out
Here the rearview mirror acts as a bathroom mirror
I come from one or the blondes who are embarrassed Are the girls on TV
Blondes? my brother, the Mediterranean, you know the complex
Hence where the cigarette cartons are stuffed with sawdust
Hence they give you a Nike on your face
Where illegal betting sets fire to an entire block of houses
So much so that you can see the horses , goofing off in the street
Where the little football stars shoot and run in the street
There where the little 12-year-olds shoot and run kill in the street
I come from where mothers read and tell the future in the tarot
Where we worship the blood of San Genaro, Santa Lucia
br/>Tell me how is Vesuvius, and Isola Verde
When I was a kid I was walking around, and I got lost, I come from there
Where the bougainvillea are immense , the wallet
Thin, but, where the hospitality is immense
Where people have a sense of secrecy, it's not that they hide away
But they know that if we have nothing good to say then it's better to keep quiet

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