Bimbo In Quartiere Lyrics English Translation by Neima Ezza
A child in the neighborhood every evening
Leaves home without saying anything
Doesn’t watch TV, but gazes at the stars
Searching for his father in the streets, an absent father
Social workers talk to you, don’t say anything
What about you?
Everything’s fine, everything’s fine
Yeah, everything’s fine, yeah, everything’s fine
Everything’s fine, eh, eh
The child in the neighborhood is now nine years old
Roaming in the courtyard, taking his first steps
In the middle of the field, no flowers bloom
But he sees the older ones selling stones
Mom always calls him from the balcony:
“Son, be careful, come on, give me a reason
Don’t do ‘haram,’ it’s religion
Don’t talk to the older ones, no reason”
One of the older ones tells him: “You’re good
One of these days, I’ll bring you a gift
Don’t you want to make money too?
Don’t you want these Shark shoes?”
The child doesn’t speak, lowers his head
Goes straight home and throws his backpack
Except there was no lunch at home
Another meal with an empty stomach
The child in the neighborhood, you know what he’s understood?
That maybe the meanest one wins in these places
That doing good doesn’t fill your fridge
And making that money is really cool
The child in the neighborhood, you know what he’s understood?
Maybe it’s better to accept the gift
Without telling mom, make a new friend
At twelve years old, he starts being a lookout
A child in the neighborhood every evening
Leaves home without saying anything
Doesn’t watch TV, but gazes at the stars
Searching for his father in the streets, an absent father
Social workers talk to you, don’t say anything
What about you?
The child in the neighborhood is now a teenager
Leaves the area, goes to Rinascente
Makes some money, has some clients
Under surveillance, followed by the agent
Left alone when he was still a child
His mother passed away last June
Keeps photos, all in a book
And cries a lot when he’s alone
In the neighborhood, he’s made enemies
Those who were once his friends
Betrayed him for a few coins
He wants to fight for noble principles
Wants to become the prince of the neighborhood
Confronts the older ones for his crown
Among many gunshots and few words
Prays his mother watches over him from above
And in the neighborhood, as it gets late
Trouble was coming, he could feel it
While walking, heading home
Seven shots pierce his back
In the neighborhood, there’s little choice
He left without wanting to
Either the cemetery or prison
A child in the neighborhood died too soon
A child in the neighborhood every evening
Leaves home without saying anything
Doesn’t watch TV, but gazes at the stars
Searching for his father in the streets, an absent father
Social workers talk to you, don’t say anything
What about you?
Everything’s fine, everything’s fine
Yeah, everything’s fine, yeah, everything’s fine
Everything’s fine, eh, eh
Yeah, everything’s fine, everything’s fine
Yeah, everything’s fine, yeah, everything’s fine
A child in the neighborhood is born in the neighborhood, dies in the neighborhood
A child in the neighborhood, now he’s a child in the neighborhood, now a child in the neighborhood
A child in the neighborhood, a child in the neighborhood
A child in the neighborhood, a child in the neighborhood