QUELLO CHE VIVO
What I live
Every day of your life gets as hard as cement
Among silences full of patience, you seem to have lost all feelings
Your legs march by themselves, your arms cry out fatigue
Your eyes always look for a sun to give a respite to this dirty life
Apprenticeship or temporary jobs, your situation is terrifying
The employer cannot stand you and you are constantly reprimanded
You eat shit, rage, and dishonour like a dog locked in a cage
And at night, heavy with grief, you cry out your rage under the stages…
It shines in his eyes, hate, rage, grudge, maybe is the pride for his class that makes his heart beat fast
Betrayed feelings, how many nights more will he be forced to dream revenge with his eyes turned to dawn *
During your childhood, you paid the cost of the oppressed, of the misfits
And destiny found a place for you between Sharp and exploited
Now, alone as every morning, you drag yourself towards your horizon
Your back is bent on the bench, your forehead is high against the wind…
*: freely inspired to the anthem of the workers by Pietro Gori
CRESCIUTO IN FRETTA
Grown up quickly
Hands in your pockets and short hairs, face of he who probably already understood
Quick steps in the streets over the horizon of this city
But nobody will ever get to see on TV what you are and what you want
Quickly grown up in this district where you no longer recognize anyone
Heart always greedy, heart that was only able to hate
But that learnt what love is inside the eyes of a girl
That maybe one day is then going to say she doesn’t want to see you any more
And that certainty will disappear as well, leaving room to that rage you have
But look at what they gave us: only troubles
Still swearing in your heart: they will never take us
Look the morning comes, gates and rust, there you go
You see yourself a bit man and a bit child, this uncertainty never leaves you
A new day comes and another one finishes, time goes by without mercy
And while you wait for something to happen, you are alone in this city
But look at what they gave us: only troubles
Still swearing in your heart: they will never take us
REBELS’ ARMY
Listen to the sound that took my heart away, maybe you will be able to understand
The feeling of the street, the ardour that has been burning inside for so many years now
Rebels with no frontiers, we are still here,
On the corner of this dirty road, with that old desire for freedom
The chimney still spits out smoke and greyness, night is falling down in the city
Years of rage hardened your heart, signs that the time won’t delete
Rebels with no frontiers, we are still here,
On the corner of this dirty road, with that old desire for freedom
And in the streets of your city, the ageless spirit
Passion and strength, an old flavour that still unites you and me
Rebels’ army! |
NEI VICOLI BUI
In the dark alleys
So many years wasted away, music, football, and pub
So many gigs and laughs, beer in torrents and old brigades
You still go on behaving like a young idiot, damned recklessness, desperate life
Another fight together with the losers for a new world with no heroes or saints
Time was passing by, and you always there, chained up to that reality
Nights of rage and quarrels with your family, the silences you passed with her hurt too much
And every night a different colour shouting all your pain on her face
So many days flied away with the wind, faded memories rotten in time
And you are always a kid of the street lacing his boots, maybe you never changed
And day after day the sore widens, this is your life: fight everyday against your reality
That’s what you are
You still believe in this reality, in antiracism, in the working class
In brotherhood among those like us, grown up with nothing in the dark alleys
And you are always a kid of the street lacing his boots, maybe you never changed
And day after day the sore widens, this is your life: fight everyday against your reality
VEDI CHE TI MANCA IL RESPIRO
You see you can't breathe
You see you can’t breathe,
dreams killed without mercy
Tell me, man without destiny,
what will be, what will ever be
Eye that does not see any more,
heart unable to react
Tell me, unpretentious man,
what will be, what will be of you
Freedom will mean nothing to you
It will mean nothing without the white lady
It will mean nothing to you
You cry as if you were a child,
everything will be useless
Tell me, man without destiny,
what will be, what will be of you
Freedom will mean nothing to you
It will mean nothing without the white lady
It will mean nothing to you
You never think to the freedom
you lost in the midst of troubles,
But you already have someone
digging your grave by your side
Freedom will mean nothing to you
It will mean nothing without the white lady
It will mean nothing to you |
| ANCHE
TU
YOU TOO
You're
still here, alive and kicking as never before
Full of energy and pride
That's always you, suburban boy,
Full of good ideas, but alone against the world
How
many times did you say: "I'm not gonna make it"
And then you thought: "It's time to give up"
You gotta react, come on, don't give up,
You cannot change, it's the apathy which surrounds you.
You gotta react, come on, don't give up,
You cannot change, you too are our strength.
You
feel sick and tired with everything,
You too know well that it might be a lost battle
You're demotivated by too many accusations
But you know perfectly that what they said is a lie
How
many times did you say: "I'm not gonna make it"
And then you thought: "It's time to give up"
You gotta react, come on, don't give up,
You cannot change, it's the apathy which surrounds you.
You gotta react, come on, don't give up,
You cannot change, you too are our strength
IL
VERO SPIRITO
THE TRUE SPIRIT
It
doesn't take much to judge, a pair of braces and a shaven head
And you're a fascist camerata or a comrade of the brigade.
They've
been throwing shit at this movement for ages,
The true skinhead is apolitical, beer and fun
Neither right nor left,
No fronts
The true skinhead is apolitical, beer and fun
IL SANTO
THE SAINT
I'll
drink beer all night long until I won't feel my head
I'm a young boy, little common sense in my head
If there's a god in the infinity, I hope he's thinking a little
of me too
A filthy reject who wants to be a king today
Now my moment towards the celebration has come.
My bladder is bursting and I feel dazed
If the halo is growing on me it means that I've succeeded
I'm becoming a saint because I never stop drinking
That's
why I drink all night long
That's why I feel all my bones aching
That's why drinking beer is a pride to me
That's why I may become a saint
Even
if I had a good time tonight
It won't be enough to forget
Long years of pain and drugs in the neighbourhood
Open clashes with the fascists, raids on the streets
Everyday under control by a police state
And then I'll stay forever here, drinking beer with my friends.
Good laughs, dancing to be happier
I drink and dance like mad, it's a moment of high spirits
Today king, tomorrow slave, this life is crazy.
That's
why I drink all night long
That's why I feel al my bones aching
That's why drinking beer is a pride to me
That's why I may become a saint
NELLA MORSA
IN THE VICE
We're
grown up in the vice
Beyond the railway, where the concrete never ends,
Where there isn't a courtyard to run in
The television heroes fooled us
Bar and soccer field marvels
You had a watch not to be late,
Now you only have a time card to clock in.
What
the hell has happened, when will it end?
You work all out and your life fades away
We're
shut up in this prison, we've got to break our back under a boss
Got to keep the head down, always got to yield
A life of exploitation that hasn't ended yet
Another morning and this icy wind bites your face,
It crumbles away as time goes by,
Your destiny denied everything to you,
The vice that grips you has the black drape of mourning on.
What
the hell has happened, when will it end?
You work all out and your life fades away
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DIMMI
BEL GIOVANE
TELL ME, BEAUTIFUL YOUNG MAN
Tell
me, beautiful young man, honest and blond
Tell me which one is your native land
I love the people, the world is my native land
Free thought is my faith
The
house belongs to those who live in it, anyone who ignores that is
a coward
Time belongs to the philosophers, time belongs to the philosophers
The house belongs to those who live in it, coward is him who ignores
that
Time belongs to the philosophers, the land to those who work it
Farewell
my girl, farewell sweet home
Beloved mother and father
I fight unflinchingly for the commune
Like Leonidas I will know how to die
The
house belongs to those who live in it, anyone who ignores that is
a coward
Time belongs to the philosophers, time belongs to the philosophers
The house belongs to those who live in it, coward is him who ignores
that
Time belongs to the philosophers, the land to those who work it
*Adaptation of a poem by the anarchist P. Bertelli from Pisa.
LOTTANO
TRA LORO
THEY FIGHT EACH OTHER
Middle
class moralists who don't care for the people
They fight each other, they want you to be obedient,
They want you to be ignorant so that you can consume
What your mind is leaded to buy
They
fight each other, they want you to be obedient,
They want you to be ignorant so that you can consume
You
see them in the streets smiling at you,
But that's only a deception don't let them deceive you
We refuse this filthy situation
Their arrogance will not stop us
They
fight each other, they want you to be obedient,
They want you to be ignorant so that you can consume
NULLA E' CAMBIATO
NOTHING HAS CHANGED
Nothing
has changed, today's like yesterday
The oppressed are always oppressed, salves of the oppressors
Riot in the streets this is what we want
Riot in the streets this is what we want
There's only one possible solution:
Ideas turning into action
If you don't like the world around you
Try to do something to change it all
Direct
action!
LIBERATI
FREE YOURSELF
Your
only reality is to live choking
You've lost from the beginning by giving up the fight
Open up your eyes, destroy the chains
And go back on the streets, the streets are your life
NON
C'E' DIFFERENZA
THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE
You
dream of running away from your reality
You wish you couldn't see what science creates
But corpses remain at the end of your evasion.
So don't stay and mourn
Do something concrete to give voice to your dissent.
Get
into the vivisectionists houses, raze everything to the ground
Open all the cages, if you are against exploiters
You can not forget, there's no difference
Between human freedom and animal freedom
SPIRIT OF A REBEL BOY
We're
born with ska
And from the ghettos of the cities we'll be back in the stadiums
And on the streets to shout
We don't believe and follow the idiot politicians.
We're only real kids, on the streets, hated and proud
Look
for the strength that is inside you, feel your heart
Rebel boy, fight to never turn you round
We're the power of the streets!
Spirit
of rebel boy
The exploited shout never stops
Spirit of rebel boy
You'll never stop the strength inside us
COME GLI EROI
AS THE HEROES
Black
knights with short hairs, came over here
They think to play the lords, they want to steal us
Our place in the streets, but we youth are organised
And the fight will soon start
For our country's sake, because this is our will
Oi!
The day will come and we'll climb
Oi! The mountains as the heroes
Oi! The fight will soon start
Oi! This is the price of freedom
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special thanks to Ciccio HC for lyrics' translations!
