More songs by Mooncler
Description
Released on: 2025-09-19
Lyrics and translation
Original
Nasco 'na notte 'e settembre, mamma me steva morenne, 'a pateme invece 'nta 'na vota sola, steva perdenn' nu figlio e 'a muglier'.
I fra' che cresc', ca 'mpresso già rint' 'a capa merda, a scuola 'nce vaco tanto a che me serve?
'O sangue gelato, fra', chi m'appartene, m'è stato 'ngutino sempe martello.
Invece mamma me chiagno ogni notte mentre se a me surde 'o diobetto, comme 'nce crede 'nto bene si 'o pato s'è fatto vint'anne 'e galera.
Prego Patre Eterno, i fra' sta' meglio e spero ca Giovanni nun sbaglie stasera, e nun te purtà cu' tte, me Emanuele, ca m'è fatta patro quand'isso 'nce steva.
E po' fra' quando vattemo senza nu reale problema, io chiuso a chiave 'nta stanza che tremo, tremo, tremo, tremo, tremo, tremo, tremo.
Vuoleno i piatti, fra', vuoleno 'e segge, perché si risponnivo facevo peggio.
Me suonno 'e notte, piglio 'o primmo treno, treno, treno, treno, treno.
Ringrazia 'a musica e giù sciuto, fra', ca 'a capa rint' 'o sacco, altrimenti a ore mo, fra', steva appesa a cocche parte.
Io ce piscio 'ncopp' a tte sti sorde che hanno miso 'nto contratto, si fra' suonno piccerillo, a me già me l'hanno sottratto. E tu nun sei nu cazzo 'e me, ah, no, tu nun sei nu cazzo 'e me!
Che fatica 'tte i juorne ra matina a sera, fra', 'e notte 'o cuscino nun tocca mai prima d'ê tre.
E tu nun ce crede, fra', comme a me, ce nun m'hai creduto a sta roba d' 'o rap. Però, fra', se nun magnato 'o cazzo, a Rapetto 'o concerto 'e
Marrakech.
E là 'o nomme mio purtérono in cielo, beneviento te porto si staje in asceso, ma te continuo a cire si staje a macello e nun t'aiuto a regne e buste ra spesa. Maia luato pe' 'a mese, ca fra' nun cagno pe' 'a droga.
Ah, frate', mo 'o problema è grosso e 'a soluzione nun 'a trovo.
Io 'o cor a Rapetto me l'aggio strazzato, fa ancora male, ma è quasi passato.
E fra' nun sto parlenne 'e 'na puttana, ma i fra' l'aggio fatta male in core. . .
'O lacummente arricuord.
Ma i fra' l'aggio fatta male in core. . .
'O lacummente arricuord.
È Monclerito, mocca a chi va muort!
English translation
I was born in the night and in September, my mother was dying of me, instead I was in fear and I was alone, I was losing my son and I was a muglier.
The brothers who grow up, I'm already talking about shit, I go to school so much, what's the point of it?
'O frozen blood, brother, whoever belongs to me, has always been a hammer to me.
Instead, my mother fucks me every night while if I'm sorry, oh God, as he thinks it's good, he ended up in prison for twenty years.
I pray to the Eternal Father, the brothers are better and I hope that Giovanni doesn't make a mistake this evening, and that you don't regret it, me Emanuele, who acted as my patron when he was there.
And then, when we leave without a real problem, I lock up that room and tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble.
They want the dishes, bro, they want 'and seats, because if I answered I would do worse.
I ring at night, I take the first train, train, train, train, train.
Thanks 'to music and down sciuto, bro', ca 'a capa rint' 'or sack, otherwise by the hour now, bro', it was hanging on the nocks aside.
I'm pissing on these deaf girls who have given me this contract, yes bro I sound small, they've already taken it away from me. And you're not fucking me, ah, no, you're not fucking me!
What a struggle every day, from morning to evening, between, and at night the pillow never touches before three o'clock.
And you don't believe me, bro, like me, you didn't believe me in this rap stuff. But, bro, if you're not a tycoon or fuck, at Rapetto or concert
Marrakech.
And there, my name, they went to heaven, I welcome you if you are in the ascendant, but I continue to care for you if you are in the slaughterhouse and I won't help you with your kingdoms and your shopping bags. Maia luato pe' 'a month, ca bro' nun dog pe' 'a drug.
Ah, brother, now the problem is big and I can't find a solution.
I'm heartbroken in Rapetto, it still hurts, but it's almost over.
And bro, I'm not talking about this, it's a whore, but the bros are hurting my heart. . .
'O lacumente arricuord.
But the brothers hurt my heart. . .
'O lacumente arricuord.
It's Monclerito, mocca to those who are about to die!