Have you been to school? Can you count?
How do you count? 1, 2, 3, 4, can you count?
And can you count and walk together?
Then go! Count and walk. Come on
88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99 and 100
Know who lives here? 'U zu' Tanu lives here!
It's a hundred steps from our house, a hundred steps!
He was born in the land of the Vespers and oranges
Between Cinisi and Palermo he talked on his radio
In his eyes you could read the urge to change
The thirst for justice that led him to fight
He had a burdensome, respected surname
Surely in that world, hardly honored by him
You know where you're born but not how you'll die
Nor if an ideal will bring you pain
But you can change your life now
Only if you're willing to walk
Shouting loud without fear
Counting one hundred steps along your road
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
We must rebel
Like many he could've chosen to leave
Instead he chose to stay
Friends, politics, the party struggle
He'd run in the elections
He said he'd watch them closely
But he had no time because he was killed
His father's name didn't help that night
His desperate friends never found him again
So tell me if you can count
Tell me if you can also walk
Counting and walking together singing
The story of Peppino and his Sicilian friends
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
It was the dark night of the Italian State
The night of Via Caetani, of Aldo Moro's body
The dawn of the funerals of a State
So tell me if you can count
Tell me if you can also walk
Counting and walking together singing
The story of Peppino and his Sicilian friends
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
Four, five, ten, a hundred steps
He's just a mafioso, one of many
My father! My family! My town!
I want to not give a f*ck!
I want to write that the mafia is a mountain of sh*t!