Moonlight Popolare [English translation]

[Verse 1: Mahmood]

You talk about your life

As if it was written on the pages of the Koran

Just like you,

I'm not from Bel Air, but I was born here

You ask your friends what I paid

What strange things did I do to get

From a small church to the Top 10

Without a convertible nor a dad

Mothers shout in chorus

Sun's out of the penitentiaries

Jobless fathers

Looking for a life on house arrest

But if you look up from this garden

The moon looks like a sapphire lost in the dark

[Pre-Chorus: Mahmood]

On the roofs the moonlight

Shines like Shanghai

You see it too

Above, from this neighborhood

My God, my God, my God

And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying

My God, my God, my God

The moon from a humble house

[Chorus: Mahmood]

The moon from a humble house

The moon from a humble house

[Bridge 1: Massimo Pericolo]

Yo, bro'! Put on Google Maps

Fly away from your city

Anti-trap police

Santa Maria full of crack

[Verse 2: Massimo Pericolo]

In this area I'm more famous than Drake

If my life is a movie, yours is the remake

I have an extra gear because a new car has six

I've got more money than my parents, fuck all these fake people (Eh-eh)

And they said I would lose my mind

But with the joints I only burned a sweatshirt

Everything's changed but me (Yeah-yeah)

Everything's changed but me (Yeah-yeah)

I read it on your face that we're alike

We're always on our guard like boxers

If you're normal, they look at you strangely

But I'll make millions like "Polo Nord"

We were told "Ask and it will be given to you"

But nobody said that the more you give, the more they'll ask

The only light in the dark is a gunshot

But you're not alone carrying a Glock

[Pre-Chorus: Mahmood]

On the roofs the moonlight

Shines like Shanghai

You see it too

Above, from this neighborhood

My God, my God, my God

And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying

My God, my God, my God

The moon from a humble house

[Chorus: Mahmood]

The moon from a humble house

The moon from a humble house

[Bridge 2: Massimo Pericolo & Mahmood]

Working is disgusting, bro', either I rap or I deal

I'll have a manicure so I can scratch my dick

I've been locked up, you've worked hard

But at the end we both have nothing in our hands

If they ask you what you will do growing up

Reply: "All I need is to have the balls

To make the right choices if I choose wrong places and people"

I'll hear you from a call center rather than the Grammys

[Outro: Mahmood]

My God, my God, my God

And the more you look at it, the more you feel like praying

My God, my God, my God

The moon from a humble house

The moon from a humble house

The moon from a humble house

• Artist:Mahmood
• Album:Rarities LP (2021)