Rimorsi translates to "remorse" or "regrets". It's a strong, evocative word that speaks to deep emotional introspection, making it stand out from more common vocabulary.
In the song, Salmo uses it in a poignant line: "Affogati dai nostri rimorsi" (Drowned by our remorse). This powerful imagery conveys a sense of being overwhelmed by past regrets, adding a layer of depth to the song's social commentary and personal reflection.
Salmo turns Italy into a stadium and the whole country into a match that never really ends. Over ninety minutes he walks through the things he grew up around: a school run by nuns, a football team he loves without question, work that never arrives, and a dialect so thick he cannot always follow it himself. Nothing here is postcard Italy. It is the version you only get from someone who lives in it.
The verses stack the contradictions on purpose. The mafia keeps working through August while everyone else takes a holiday. The news does not inform. Racists listen to hip hop. Banks open accounts while ports close. People smile with cuts on their wrists, and it all gets turned into another TV series. His answer is not a slogan, just a small and very hard instruction: before you try to be a real Italian, try to be human.
Then the chorus arrives and the whole thing becomes a show. Sit down, get comfortable, it is like flying economy without the sick bags. Faces come looking for a fight and get applause instead, and that applause is the sting of the song. Ninety minutes of clapping for a performance nobody actually wanted to watch.
For learning Italian, this is a rich and very current listen. You get everyday spoken forms like frate' for brother and 'sti for these, the useful phrase qualcosa non torna for something does not add up, and plenty of blunt street vocabulary. Be warned that the language is strong throughout.