's got to fall down He pays the price Showdown, time to die You always gonna loose boy Time to die Under a blood-red Sicilian sky Cruel execution Italian
(feat. Franco Battiato) Duminica jurnata di sciroccu Fora nan si po stari Pi ffari un pocu ?i friscu Mettu ?a finestra a vanedduzza E mi vaju a ripusari
the fishes I'm a feed him to the gators So now you know I'm holding the mic down style-Mafioso The true black Sicilian who brought light to Palermo La
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One's got to fall down He pays the price Showdown, time to die You always gonna loose boy Time to die Under a blood-red Sicilian sky Cruel execution
its come to this and i cant come up to you flip the tables and through the windows let the bottles break and the the blood hit the lawn, because im not
Babe, let's move to Sicily Just you and me and the Mediterranean sea. I work on a scallop boat that would keep us afloat the sun would burn my throat
pleure Quand les Siciliens Ont tire sur lui Chacun se souvient A Rome, Une nuit C'est dans une ile Qu'il etait ne Le Clans Sicilien Des Siciliens
santi tra gli angeli Musica, girandole tra i rosari e le paste di mandorle Don, don, don, Domenica Don, don, don, Domenica, magica, regola siciliana
e haje voglia di allucca Che un posto ci sara dove si pesca ancora e il mare portera una storia nuova io son pazzo di te 'e chesta furtuna Sicily terra
Chissa stasera dove sarai Se mi hai dimenticato oramai Se vivi un amore o come me Hai chiuso il tuo cuore Per non piangere piu Occhi siciliani mai piu
i capelli adesso lucida le stelle negli occhi ha un sogno metropolitano e un vulcano piano piano che si accende sono siciliano... nord-africano... un po? norvegese... ma comunque siciliano
dda ! Sicilia bedda! Sicilia mia ! E qualchi jornu, Sicilia mia, vengnu n'di tia i nun partiri cchiu ! Ti pensu sempi Sicilia mia ! E qualchi jornu, Sicilia
Sicilia bedda, Sicilia bedda, vogghiu iucari cu ?dda funtanedda Sicilia bedda, Sicilia bedda, m?ammanca assai curriri ?nda vanedda, l?occhi d?immiria
The people line up to see for themselves, a flower unleashed at the peak of itself. But little do they all know all bets are off. You should've seen their
Babe, let's move to Sicily Just you and me and the mediterranean sea. I work on a scallop boat that would keep us afloat the sun would burn my throat
His beat gets under you Where there's a breath between the two you lose It finds you stripping off your truths What will the others think of you Didn
