'Nu Telegramma
'Nu telegramma, aggjo avuto stammatina, me l'ha scritto mamma mia, e diceva “viene subito a casa
Derca permesso 'o capitano, ca papà tuio nun sta bbuono
Abbracci e baci, mammarella tuia”
E invece, e invece papà mio era muorto già. dint' 'o treno, 'nu giornale, me l'ha ditto 'a verità
Sott' 'o ponte 'e l'autostrada
A 'nu chiosco d' 'a benzina
Hanno fatto 'na rapina
Quatto banditi cu 'na millettrè
Hanno acciso 'o benzinaio
E chill'ommo m'era pato
'Nu milione hanno truvato
L'incasso d' 'a jurnata steve llà
Oì mà
Scordatille stu sergentiello
Scordatella chesta divisa
Da stasera nun so' cchiù chillo;
'Nu criminale voglio addeventà
Sott' 'a vita militare
Aggjo fatto sempre centro
C' 'a pistola, a tirasegno
E a bbona mira nun se po' scurdà
Oì mà
Tu stasera m'e cantà 'a nonna
Comm' 'a quann' ero piccerillo
E a dimane prega 'a madonna
Ca m'accumpagna e torno 'mbraccio a te
Sott' 'a vita militare
Aggjo fatto sempre centro
C' 'a pistola, a tirasegno
E a bbona mira nun se po' scurdà
Oì mà
E' 'nu sbirro d' 'a malavita
Ca m'ha ditto chi ha rapinato
'E cammise 'e chisti bandit
Te l'aggja purtà 'nfose 'e sango a te
'Nu Telegramma
'Nu telegram, I received this morning, my mom wrote it to me, and it said “come home immediately
Ask permission from the captain, because your dad is not well
Hugs and kisses, your mommy”
But instead, but instead my dad was already dead. on the train, a newspaper, told me the truth
Under the highway bridge
At a gas station
They committed a robbery
Four bandits with a submachine gun
Killed the gas station attendant
And that man was my father
They found a million
The day's earnings were there
Hey mom
Forget this little sergeant
Forget this uniform
From tonight I'm not him anymore;
I want to become a criminal
Under military life
I always hit the target
With the gun, at shooting
And a good aim cannot be forgotten
Hey mom
Tonight you sang to me like grandma
Like when I was a little boy
And tomorrow pray to the Madonna
To accompany me and I'll come back to you in your arms
Under military life
I always hit the target
With the gun, at shooting
And a good aim cannot be forgotten
Hey mom
It's a cop from the underworld
Who told me who robbed
The shirts of these bandits
I'll bring them soaked in blood to you