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Sangue Misto — SxM (1999)
The Foreigner
(original Italian)
Translation by Luciano Chessa and Troy BoydI'm a zero
Chorus
Distrustful faces when the foreigner passes, really tense
I dress in dark colors I hit my head against the wall
I'm nobody's friend, but you can be sure
I stay away from fashion and the crowd at the stadium
I stay away from political parties and you can swear I am not the average Italian
But a dog without a muzzle
The N E The double F The A is passing the word
Chico sings and it'll pass, but it won't pass to me
Head down, the repression
Is dragging me down and squashing me
When the cop punches me in the face
For me the State is only a state of menace When I see a Tunisian on the corner pushing
The hooker's face slapped by her pimp
And I know that this is "Made In Italy," so
Don't ask me if I sing "Forza Italia" or not
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
y position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
When you don't speak to the Foreigner and look at him mean
Every single second the tension is increasing
He's mixed blood and doesn't respect the borders anymore.
Now I don't agree, I don't believe it, and I don't want this anymore
I only have contempt for the State and the police
I stay out of trouble like Neffa with a zero level of trust
When the ground is burning
And it's red alert, in the street you're not safe anymore
You stay in your house and the walls fall down
So now everything is ready for the fight
With people who are coming from far away, when they can't take it anymore
I paid for everything that was given to me since the day I was born
But I've seen a mass massacre every two years.
It's a riddle, but I have no doubt who did it
I'm the Foreigner and this is all I know Chorus
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
y position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
When I was a kid in school
My classmates would call me a Moroccan,
Dirty Southerner "Shut Up! Go back to where you came from!"
And this is the first thing I learn in my life
The second is that you are fucked the instant you sit down
When I feel the pressure from my head to my toes
The situation for me is not changing: It's shit and will stay shit
For the dogs on the streets, bastard race
On trial: Under charges: Everyday there's a good reason
But the jury has already decided, "Guilty" is the verdict
Foreigner in my own nation
Because somebody always wants to put an end to the life of a kid from the South
The tension on street is exploding
I live this situation under my skin
Day after day, night after night I stay alert,
I check my back even if the street is empty Same film same story:
Neffa's already saved it and it's stored in memory
And a kid focuses his thoughts
I stay away because I am the Foreigner Chorus
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
My position is of being a Foreigner in my own nation
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