Translation of Moonlight Popolare from Italian to English
Talk about your life
As if it were written on the pages of the Quran
Just like you, I
I don't come from Bel Air, but I was born here
Ask your friends that I paid
What strange thing I did to have passed
From the little church to the Top 10
Without a convertible or a dad
Mothers cry in chorus
Sun outside the penitentiaries
Jobless fathers
Looking for life under house arrest
But if you look up from this garden
The moon looks like a sapphire lost in the dark
On the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You see it too
From this neighborhood up
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a public housing
(The moon from a public housing
The moon from a public housing)
Beautiful, bro', put on Google Maps
Fly away from your city
Anti-trap police
Santa Maria full of crack
In the area I'm more famous than Drake
If my life is a movie, yours is the remake
I have an extra gear because the new car has six
I have more money than mine, fuck all these fakes
And they told me I would lose my head
But with the joints I only burned the sweatshirt
Everything has changed except me (yeah-yeah)
Everything has changed except me (yeah-yeah)
I read it on your face that we look alike
We are always on guard like those who box
If you're normal they look at you weird
But I'll make millions like "Polo Nord"
They told us "ask and it will be given to you"
But not that the more you give, the more they ask
The only light in the dark is a shot
But you're not the only one who has a Glock
On the roofs the moonlight
Shines like Shanghai
You see it too
From this neighborhood up
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a public housing
(My God, my God, my God)
(The moon from a public housing)
(My God, my God, my God)
(The moon from a public housing)
What a disgust to work, bro', either I rap or I deal
I get a manicure so I can scratch my balls
I made the cage, you made the bundle
But in fact both of us have nothing in hand
If they ask you what you will do when you grow up, answer
"All I need is to have the balls to
Make the right choices if you mistake places and people"
More than a Grammy, I'll hear you from a call center
My God, my God, my God
And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying
My God, my God, my God
The moon from a public housing
The moon from a public housing
The moon from a public housing