REFRAIN: People of the South, people of the Sea People still able to believe in love And this is the mood, it comes from the Sea We mingle in the colors and we are all alike CICCIO MEROLLA
The Sea is bitter and it takes us far away, with the mouth in the salt, it cleanses itself with evilness
But this is not normal Who leaves and goes far, he does it because he's desperate. You call it "immigrant", but I call him "brother"
Let's stay human
SIMONA BOO Now get on with it, the world is big and you gotta consider it
DJARAH You can't think that what you don't know doesn't exist OYOSHE Put yourself in the wet shoes (clothes) of who gets moving
When he lost everything out there
Because of an abuse, of an oil smell
To live well(to be in health) is not an excuse, it's a right
Gambia Nigeria Eritrea
Where peace is just an idea
Who's talking (against it), bro, they don't know
Who is living it is facing the tides VALENTINA STELLA It's mothers and fathers, it's brothers and sisters
With a big hope in their heart
They're leaving their home in war
To find hope on this land REFRAIN O' ZULU Even people in Naples call me Zulù (Italian used for savage, unmannered etc.)
I got here on a boat to North Naples, Jesus Church area
On my belly my tattoo says "Shitty terrone" (derogatory for South Italian, redneck)
I am carrying this name with pride, blue blood
ANDREA TARTAGLIA We don't get offended if ignorance accuses us
(we recognize intruders and abuses)
You are the neat handler of all harassments
(we marginalize the colluded and don't leave out any mistake)
EUGENIO BENNATO But Naples already knows this story
Those elegant gentlemen have come this way
To call "bandit" those who were not with them
To cleanse with fire the outsiders ANDREA TARTAGLIA Boatloads sails to lands very far away
People sing aboard, they're Neapolitan
Boatloads come back from the nearest lands
People sing aboard and they're just the same
REFRAIN TOMMASO PRIMO Lemon fronds, this song comes and goes
Voice of young people from Cairo to the Sanità (Naples' district)
If you believe in Buddha, Jesus, Spiderman or Allah
You're our brother
But the X-Day for humanity will come
And everybody'll have to get out of here
And we'll all seek freedom
In another place 'O ROM Stop these backhoes chavoro (I don't know what it means)
The sun is still hot at this hour
This fire in these heavy plates
You have the Blue Car, we just walk (a special transportation service for politicians)
The world has no frontier
You wish to bring here hate, walls and barriers
It's only you who have this war in mind ("To have the war in one's head" Nap.: also means "to live an interior conflict")
But "Only who doesn't know you can buy you" (Neap. saying: "you're so bad that only people who don't know you can trust you, believe you")
SPEAKER CENZOU I lost my child in a a second, in a light wave
I lost him into this Sea that gobbles all thoughts
I wanted a future to escape bombs
I now live with the pain and you cannot face it
I have a happy island made of some memories
If I look back there's too much I can't stand it
I go on if Allah gives me the strength to be on my feet
I know that a bomb cannot be a choice
DARIO SANSONE I wish your home started where you can see the land
I wish we helped those who come from far
And those who care change the words
but we're singing the same song REFRAIN - EUGENIO BENNATO People of the South
People of the Sea
People still able to believe in love
and this is the mood
My bro
We mingle in the colors and we are all alike M'BARKA BEN TALEB (translation from Arabic) I am Tunisian
I'm Iraqi
I'm African
I'm Italian
I'm French
I'm German
and all the lands are my home PEPP-OH I wrap all my dreams and hope up in a kefiah
For those who like me hasn't surrendered yet
I, too, claim the good life
For spite of those who bombed my land
I am the one with the eyes full with rage (Neap "cazzimma" has a very wide range of translations)
And I'm gonna share even the nothingness I have
People call me John Palestine
But I'm still Ibrahim for my mom FRANCESCO DI BELLA You can hear a new language through these streets
And the wind and the Sea is mixing us with them
An ancient story comes in a music
(this story) can tell what you don't
DOPE ONE Monetary heritage stolen from the Savoias (the Savoias is the Northern royal family responsible for unification, however there's still controversy because it seems that they consciously took all the technology and wealth left from the Bourbons - South Italy's last kings - in order to disadvantage the newly conquered Country)
Prejudice inside "o' maln ‘e sappoia" (I don't know what it means)
It's the song, it's a sound-boy, it comes from the Two Sicilies (the name of the old Southern Country)
You brought us home murders and violence
People of the South, we're birds passing by
Illegals who can change the world's destiny
We're in the hands of people who have delusions of grandeur
And immigration looks like the only path to salvation
ROBERTO COLELLA My friend here is shut in a jail
Where the only cell is the voice of misery
The misery of all the people who still believe
They can condemn who is black-skinned
What does this guy do while people is asleep?
He paints the City with more than 1000 colours
And he doesn't want reward, he does well and forgets
Because the North League is dealing with Evil deeds already (The League, former North League, a political party that wants immigrants and muslims out of Italy using backhoes and violence. They used to say that people from the South are a plague and claimed for separation until recently, when the target has become the immigrants. Nevertheless, they got a lot of support in the last elections!) REFRAIN FRANCO RICCIARDI It's mothers and fathers, it's brothers and sisters
Who think at their families, we're all the same
War and Sea, Luck and Hunger
The same sun warms everybody
TUEFF People of love who plays the Tamorra (traditional Neapolitan tambourine)
I follow this heart that got pain
One color, one "flag"
Half a boot wakes up and believes it (South Italy, it's half our boot-shaped Country)
We are bandits, and we're never tired
The soul is alive and Ninco Nanco is with us (an Italian bandit)
Don't touch the SOUTH, I'm ready to die like De Cesare e Carmine Crocco (two Italian bandits) NTÒ No subsidies, I wanna go to the Customs
I want back what you took away
No advice, no, I don't want a stadium
To be free to die where I was not born GRAGNANIELLO People of the South GIANNI SIMIOLI The Earth is beautiful from up here, without frontiers nor boundaries.
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