In Italia 2024 (English)

[Intro]
In Italy, in Italy
In Italy, in Italy
In Italy, in Italy
In Italy

[Verse 1: Fabri Fibra]
Where are you fleeing? In Italy
Guns and cars in Italy
Machiavelli and Foscolo in Italy
The world champions are in Italy
Welcome to Italy
Take a vacation by the sea in Italy
It's better not to have surgery in Italy
And don't go to the hospital in Italy
The good life in Italy
Great evenings and galas in Italy
Do business with the underworld in Italy
The neighbor who shoots you in Italy

[Chorus: Emma]
There are things that no one will tell you (Will tell you)
There are things that no one will give you (Will give you)
You were born and died here, you were born and died here
Born in the land of half-truths
There are things that no one will tell you (Will tell you)
There are things that no one will give you (Will give you)
You were born and died here, you were born and died here
Born in the land of half-truths

[Verse 2: Baby Gang & Fabri Fibra]
Where are you fleeing? From Italy
Elegant, Gucci bag from Italy
Ferrari and Lamborghini from Italy
It's full of North Africans in Italy, how?
Fascists and racists in charge in Italy
Light up a joint, you could end up in a cage
Get a sentence, and you won't see your mom again
From 2024 to 2040
It's not Chicago or Atlanta, but we're in Italy
Land of the corrupt and the mafia
Where your money is not safe in the bank
Because overnight, it could end up in someone's pocket
It's not Renato Vallanzasca pocketing it
But here, those who rob us wear suits and ties
The state discriminates against us just for our faces
They know that a pen can do more harm than a weapon

[Chorus: Emma]
There are things that no one will tell you (Will tell you)
There are things that no one will give you (Will give you)
You were born and died here, you were born and died here
Born in the land of half-truths
There are things that no one will tell you (Will tell you)
There are things that no one will give you (Will give you)
You were born and died here, you were born and died here
Born in the land of half-truths

[Verse 3: Fabri Fibra]
Where are you fleeing?
There's a war every day on the news
If you make money in Italy, everyone's against you
Go out on the street with friends to celebrate
Hands up, or you could end up like Cucchi
For the industry, I have a military mind
Metal Jacket, it looks like a Stanley Kubrick film
Tell me how many rhymes I have to make
To hear someone say, "You're special"
How many rhymes do I have to make to not end up on a talent show
To not steal, not deal, not shoot
I lose faith, it's a federal crime
The internet is worse, or ending up in raids
In the wrong hands, stop, Tortora
A rain of tears the color of purple
Here, hope burns, so, bro, suffocate
You were born and died here, born here and died here

[Chorus: Emma]
There are things that no one will tell you (Will tell you)
There are things that no one will give you (Will give you)
You were born and died here, you were born and died here
Born in the land of half-truths
There are things that no one will tell you (Will tell you)
There are things that no one will give you (Will give you)
You were born and died here, you were born and died here
Born in the land of half-truths

[Outro: Emma]
(Will tell you)
(Will give you)
(Will tell you)
(Will give you)