Repenti [English translation]

Some spaghetti and tomato sauce

In the northern suburb of Dijon

I chose the diplomatic way

That saved me from jail

It's been twenty years of hiding

And I thought I wouldn't live so long

The FBI does its job

Of witness protection

Informant

I'm a traitor

I could have broken some stones

In some Texas penitentiary

Instead I'm getting drunk on beer

In a much less classy PMU1

Every night people fill up my glass

They laugh, they talk trash

When I tell them about the glass towers

My life in Little Italy

Informant

I'm a traitor

From mafioso to the very end

I became the local drunkard

While the men of my uncle

Are looking for Two-Fists Tony

In the first months of my hiding

I thought my life would be the same

I recreated what I missed

From my American Sicily

I helped out some acquaintances

With their neighborhood conflicts

Two or three bodies soaked in gasoline

A few domestic accidents

Informant

I'm a traitor

From mafioso to the very end

I became the local drunkard

While the men of my uncle

Are looking for Two-Fists Tony

My little neighbors, a brother and a sister

Showed me their school reports

I would meet with their teachers

And collect a few teeth

But nowadays I am too old

I'm taking care of my hydrangeas

It's weird how much better they grow now

What could I have buried here ?

Informant

I'm a traitor

In the bushes, something is moving

I see the shadow of a sniper

On my chest a red light

I was expecting you, I'm not afraid

Lay me down on my bed

On my heart an hydrangea flower

I will see the Stromboli again

I will forget the mafia

Informant

I'm a traitor

Informant

I'm a traitor

1. Typical gambling bar in French towns

• Artist:Renan Luce
• Album:Repenti (2006)