Don Raffaè [English translation]
Don Raffaè [English translation]
My name is Pasquale Cafiero
And I’m an officer in oinè prision
My name is Cafiero Pasquale
I’m in poggioreale since ‘53
At the last chain
At night I feel like a clothe
Luckily at the special division
There’s a brilliant man that talks to me.
All the day with four criminals, villainous, horned and bad men
Every hour with these trash
That spits coursing and that gets angry with me
But at the end I relax
I undress and I read the newspaper
I talk with mr. Raffae
He tells me what he thinks and we drink a coffee
Ah, what a coffee, even in prision they know how to make it
With the receipt of cicirinella
Prision mate, that was given by his mother
IN the first page, twenty pieces of news
Twenty one injustices and what does the state do?
It gets angry, it dismays, it tries
Then gives up with great dignity
I try to think, I sweat
Luckily there’s who talks to me
This beautiful and huge man, I ask for consent to mr. Raffae
A gentleman with six sons
He asked for a home and they give him suggestions
But the assessor, god blesses him
Inside the caravan grows minks
You just have to move, or to speak, to remove him
With respect, it’s three o clock,
Do you want some juice or do you want a coffee?
Ah, what a coffee, even in prision they know how to make it
With the receipt of cicirinella
Prision mate, that was given by his mother
Ah, what a coffee, even in prision they know how to make it
With the receipt of cicirinella
Prision mate, that was given by his mother
There’s inflaction, svalutation
And not everyone has a bag
I don’t have anything but a salary
It’s lucky if a dream
There’s also my daughter innocenza
She wants a husband, she doesn’t want to wait
I don’t ask you grace for me
Do I have to make you the beard or you do it by yourself?
You have a camel dress
At the process you were the best dressed
A brown dress
I saw in television
For this wedding I pray majesty
Can you lend me to go thee
I already have shoes and gile
Would you like a Campari or a coffe?
Ah, what a coffee, even in prision they know how to make it
With the receipt of cicirinella
Prision mate, that was given by his mother
Ah, what a coffee, even in prision they know how to make it
With the receipt of cicirinella
Prision mate, that was given by his mother
There’s no more decor, with golden prisons
Who have ever seen them
These are horrible, for this bad men keep their immunity
Mr raffae, you politically
Are a saint
But here inside you’re paying
And out there they’re having fun.
About it I have a brother
That has been disoccupied for 15 years
He did 50 competitions
90 questions and 200 processes
You that are good and caring
Majesty, I kiss you and I pray you
He sleeps with me and our mother
What a coffe
- Artist:Fabrizio De André
- Album:Le nuvole (1990)