Chicco e Spillo [English translation]

Chicco has a scar on his face

He's with his brother who goes by Spillo

And they already know how to shoot like cowboys

Chicco tries to heat up his spoon under the sun

Spillo is stealing another motorbike

The marshal watches Italy from a bar

Old mattresses, tires, sinks, broken toilets

Dicks drawn on a cuckold's building

Africans at the station, the barber's lawyer

Another Alberto Sordi movie on the tv

Chicco is at home and his face is stuck on the radio

That's airing the advice section

And he would like to ask

How to rob a bank

And run away without your shoelaces untying

How to go to a place where nobody spits on you

And wants to put you in trouble

Cement tubes, cardboard boxes, diapers

Trash bags put up as lookouts by kids

The Red Cross ambulance, somebody's sick

The priest prepares the church for the funeral, for the funeral, for the funeral

Spillo has wrapped his happiness in a tissue

But it dried up in a holy second

"Hello, who's this?"

"It's Chicco, come here. This is the time we make it.

It takes a screwdriver to enter heaven"

"A screwdriver? Hold on, I'm coming.

I’m taking the motorbike, be there in no time"

"Do you realize how much money this is and how easy it was to steal it?

We can finally buy whatever we want

Why are you so quiet?"

"It's nothing, shut up, i don't feel like talking,

We are almost there, as soon as we're done we are good to go

Run, don't stop, come on, fuck, don't turn around

That's a cop's syren!"

Chicco and spillo hop on the saddle like two cats

And they skidaddle out of there full throttle

"Motherfuckers! You'll never catch us alive!"

"Look at this mess, look at where it lead us,

I'm so cold and I'm scared of dying:

Look out! Look out! Stop!"

(Bye.)

• Artist:Samuele Bersani
• Album:C'hanno preso tutto