Nati Senza (Outro) Lyrics English Translation by Neima Ezza
The first time in Milan, I was four years old
Left my hometown, oh, hours of travel
My grandma gave me a hug, I held back tears and cried
My father’s house built with mud
I come to Milan, descent at Malpensa
My father is waiting for me, waiting, I hug him quickly
Five floors, I climb on foot, in four squeezed into one room
Still no problems, it’s okay, we stay close
You see, at nursery, I had slightly different eyes
And holes in my head, a different haircut from the others
If you knew how many tears I choked back late at night
I couldn’t make noise, there were few square meters
I understood my parents from their looks, more beatings than toys
A child-man, more of a man than my peers
I wanted to go on school trips too, in elementary school
But we were short on money, mom, I don’t feel like going
Mom fills me with kisses, with hugs
He was a bit strict, he did it for my own good, to get used to it
The world outside is a bit cruel
I stayed in the courtyard, never ventured beyond the neighborhood
Saturdays, then, together on my father’s van
Market stall in the morning in Lambrate
For the cold, double socks, double jackets, chapped lips
Winter was too cold and summer too hot
I hated his job, you know, he deserved better
Saturdays at six, walking to the parking lot
On the way back, there was always something to talk about
Being well within the bad, in the end, was the norm
Sundays at Uncle Santa Rita’s
I saw my cousins: Abi, Morad, and Reda
In 2012, Sofia came into the world:
My little sister, she changed my life
My uncle loved us, you could see it in his eyes
We were fine with nothing, in the end, a beautiful family
But beautiful things, you know, they also go away
Damn that tumor that took him away
How much I cried, how much I cried, I ran out of tears
He even smiled in the cold, kissed me before leaving
There is no cure for cancer, no cure for a syndrome
My sister took a year to accept it
Rett syndrome, I searched for it on the web
Until not long ago, but there is no antidote, huh
School was a breeze, I went to warm the seat
Luckily there was Sabah, she brought good grades home
I watched MTV, I always promised my mom:
“One day you’ll see me here, one day we’ll leave home”
It was full of mold, we’ll even eat truffles
We’ll stop eating reheated soup, it’s not good
My first failure in the first year of middle school due to absences
Then the school called a social worker
At home, the fights with my father began to weigh on me
I recognize the streets, the first thefts and first joints
The desire to escape, I want to start with rap
Hafiz tells me: “Don’t give up”, this one’s for you too
Rest in peace, brother (Rest in peace, brother, rest in peace, brother’)
We were at the educational center, loopholes from the cops
Books sold to Libraccio, we finished school
The first time in the studio with Gaber, Zizou was there
You don’t know how much I smiled, I swear, I couldn’t believe it
Evening at the Arco della Pace, but in my head there was war
Brawl until we ended up on the ground
Stealing from the richest for survival
It’s not our fault, but we grew up without
How many nights in the barracks, nights on the 90
I slept on the floor, many times on a bench
We went to Piazzale Cuoco to look for brand-name clothes
Negotiate two euros to buy ourselves a shirt
I start making my first rounds, we sold a bit hoping to move some weight
The dream of all, working with Ayoub and Kili
Making a little trouble, delivering envelopes by bike, trying to get rich
One, two, three, the first contract screws me
I don’t know why I ended up on my ass
Fuck the music, fuck the career
Things are going bad, I go back to selling in the evening
Then the arrest, the desire to go abroad
The state against me, my face on the screen
And after the first results, the first free clothes
The first nice stages between hotels and restaurants
We armed ourselves, the more famous we got, the more enemies we had
The first certificates, FIMI tagging us for gold and platinum records
I couldn’t wait for next year to start
I was waiting for summer to return to my grandma’s
She hugged us tightly, she was waiting for our return
Before she left, I talked to her a lot
She said to me: “Son, cover me, I’m tired today”
The next day she was gone, damn that evening
She left on a Friday, another crack in my heart