Quaccosa
Ammore mio
tutto stu tiempo
ca è passato
me pare na jurnata
ca nun po' accumincià'
e nuje c'a capa
dint'e scelle
e 'a vocca chiena 'e guerra
lasciammo areto 'e spalle
'o munno sano
e cu 'e cazune curte
e 'a faccia strana
dammo sempe
quaccosa...
Something
My love
all this time
that has passed
feels like a day
that just can't start
and we with our heads
in the clouds
and our mouths full of fight
left behind our backs
this whole world
and with our short pants
and our strange faces
we always
give something...