Neither victor, nor defeated, in this war
There is a son of God in a dirty and bloody sheet
And now what's the use of hanging out for revenge
If this son can't return to the arms of the waiting mother?
Too much ambition to make a choice, if you go to jail at fifteen
Airola, a tear falls between the words
And we cry when I tell you, "Choose a good path"
You're right, you have nothing but at this age you don't die
In a basement a girl becomes love
And if she makes a life it's because she wanted a better one
Single mother, because the one who got her pregnant
Was a man without balls who loved her for pretend
The dignity and courage of those who work without shame
Those who instead sow this evil die every day
And how many things I could still tell you
But if I spoke I could also break your heart

It's better a hut where you laugh than a castle where you cry
To go back to that day I swear I would give all the days back
Why my Cardillo, you stayed in Nisida with me, could you have flown out?
To fly again I swear I would give all the mistakes back

The institution could do more for us
Education, the teacher, could do more
Fuck you, you never asked me if I was happy
Words that one does not say are more frightening
We have everything, but inside we have nothing
We don't love, we undress, it's like entertainment
And we prefer a lie to a bitter truth
Now that we know everything, but we don't know how to live anymore
Annalisa was the most beautiful star in Furcella
Fifteen years old, a dream age, and her dreams turned into nothing
That cursed day, a bullet hit her
She was innocent, where was God then? What did he do?

It's better a hut where you laugh than a castle where you cry
To go back to that day I swear I would give all the days back
Why my Cardillo, you stayed in Airola with me, could you have flown out?
To fly again I swear I would give all the mistakes back

We get attached to things, and we forget about the values, the head does not rest
Always posing, we have to take photos to make a post
As if happiness were Instagram or Tiktok
This world is crooked, we send children to school
They have to understand that culture is their salvation
They have to know what it means to make sacrifices
And that not always who laughs or drinks is happy

It's better a hut where you laugh than a castle where you cry
To go back to that day I swear I would give all the days back
Why my Cardillo, you stayed in Nisida with me, could you have flown out?
To fly again I swear I would give all the mistakes back

It's better a hut where you laugh than a castle where you cry
Mom always tells me, "Money won't change you because you know hunger"

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