There're things nobody will tell you
There're things nobody will give you
You were born and died here
Born in the country of half-truths
In Italy guns in cars
In Italy Machiavelli and Foscolo
In Italy world champs
In Italy take a vacation at the sea
In Italy you'd better not get surgery
In Italy don't go to the hospital
In Italy big nights and galas
In Italy you do business with the mob
In Italy the neighbor who shoots you
There're things nobody will tell you
There're things nobody will give you
You were born and died here
You were born and died here
Born in the country of half-truths
There're things nobody will tell you
There're things nobody will give you
You were born and died here
You were born and died here
Born in the country of half-truths
In Italy the real mobsters are
In Italy the most dangerous are
In Italy girls on the street
In Italy you eat homemade pasta
In Italy then thieves break into your house
In Italy you don't find steady work
In Italy yet you kiss the crucifix
In Italy the churches with paintings
In Italy people with feelings
In Italy countryside and kidnappings
There're things nobody will tell you
There're things nobody will give you
You were born and died here
You were born and died here
Born in the country of half-truths
There're things nobody will tell you
There're things nobody will give you
You were born and died here
You were born and died here
Born in the country of half-truths
In Italy courted girls
In Italy photographed women
In Italy blackmailed models
In Italy people reading the cards
In Italy murders never solved
In Italy lost faces and certain votes
There're things nobody will tell you
There're things nobody will give you
You were born and died here
You were born and died here
Born in the country of half-truths
There're things nobody will tell you
There're things nobody will give you
You were born and died here
You were born and died here
Born in the country of half-truths