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Le traduzioni di Mark Worden qui presenti sono la trasposizione letterale in lingua inglese dei testi delle canzoni contenute nell’album. È severamente vietata la riproduzione del testo in tutto o in parte.
These are literal English translations by Mark Worden of Fabrizio De André’s lyrics. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2009 Nuvole Production S.r.l.

DON RAFFAÉ F. De André | M. Pagani | F. De André | M. Bubola © 1990 Universal Music Publishing Ricordi S.r.l. | Macù Ed. Musicali S.a.s. | Nuvole Ed. Musicali S.a.s. My name is Pasquale Cafiero and I’m a brigadier in the prison, alas, my name is Cafiero Pasquale and I’ve been at Poggio Reale since ’53 and after the hundredth bolt in the evening I’m a wreck luckily in the special wing there’s a genial man who talks with me. All day long with four vile characters bandits, gluttons, cuckolds and lackeys all the hours with this scum who spit threats and take it out on me but at the end I sit down comfortably I undo my buttons and I read the paper I get advice from Don Raffae’ he explains what I think and we drink our coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Front page, twenty pieces of news twenty-one injustices, and what does the State do, it is dismayed, it is angry, it commits itself and then it throws in the towel with great dignity, I rack my brain and I mop my brow, luckily there’s someone who answers me to that very important person I ask approval from Don Raffae’. A man of honour who has six children asked for a house and they give him advice while the councillor, may God forgive him, inside the caravan raises mink for you a move or a voice is enough that to this Christ they take off the cross with all due respect, it’s now three o’clock would you like a juice or a coffee.
Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s inflation, devaluation and who has the wallet has it and I don’t have anything but this salary and two numbers if I dream about dad. Add my daughter Innocenza who wants a husband but she is impatient I won’t ask you for mercy I’ll shave you, or you can do it yourself. You have a camel-hair overcoat and at the mafia trial you were the most handsome in a brown pinstripe suit that’s what it looked like on television for the wedding, I beg you, Your Excellency, if you could lend it to me to make me look good, I’ve already got the shoes and the waistcoat would you like a Campari or a coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s no longer dignity, the luxury prisons
www.fabriziodeandre.it
Le traduzioni di Mark Worden qui presenti sono la trasposizione letterale in lingua inglese dei testi delle canzoni contenute nell’album. È severamente vietata la riproduzione del testo in tutto o in parte.
These are literal English translations by Mark Worden of Fabrizio De André’s lyrics. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2009 Nuvole Production S.r.l.

DON RAFFAÉ F. De André | M. Pagani | F. De André | M. Bubola © 1990 Universal Music Publishing Ricordi S.r.l. | Macù Ed. Musicali S.a.s. | Nuvole Ed. Musicali S.a.s. My name is Pasquale Cafiero and I’m a brigadier in the prison, alas, my name is Cafiero Pasquale and I’ve been at Poggio Reale since ’53 and after the hundredth bolt in the evening I’m a wreck luckily in the special wing there’s a genial man who talks with me. All day long with four vile characters bandits, gluttons, cuckolds and lackeys all the hours with this scum who spit threats and take it out on me but at the end I sit down comfortably I undo my buttons and I read the paper I get advice from Don Raffae’ he explains what I think and we drink our coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Front page, twenty pieces of news twenty-one injustices, and what does the State do, it is dismayed, it is angry, it commits itself and then it throws in the towel with great dignity, I rack my brain and I mop my brow, luckily there’s someone who answers me to that very important person I ask approval from Don Raffae’. A man of honour who has six children asked for a house and they give him advice while the councillor, may God forgive him, inside the caravan raises mink for you a move or a voice is enough that to this Christ they take off the cross with all due respect, it’s now three o’clock would you like a juice or a coffee.
Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s inflation, devaluation and who has the wallet has it and I don’t have anything but this salary and two numbers if I dream about dad. Add my daughter Innocenza who wants a husband but she is impatient I won’t ask you for mercy I’ll shave you, or you can do it yourself. You have a camel-hair overcoat and at the mafia trial you were the most handsome in a brown pinstripe suit that’s what it looked like on television for the wedding, I beg you, Your Excellency, if you could lend it to me to make me look good, I’ve already got the shoes and the waistcoat would you like a Campari or a coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s no longer dignity, the luxury prisons
www.fabriziodeandre.it
Le traduzioni di Mark Worden qui presenti sono la trasposizione letterale in lingua inglese dei testi delle canzoni contenute nell’album. È severamente vietata la riproduzione del testo in tutto o in parte.
These are literal English translations by Mark Worden of Fabrizio De André’s lyrics. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2009 Nuvole Production S.r.l.

DON RAFFAÉ F. De André | M. Pagani | F. De André | M. Bubola © 1990 Universal Music Publishing Ricordi S.r.l. | Macù Ed. Musicali S.a.s. | Nuvole Ed. Musicali S.a.s. My name is Pasquale Cafiero and I’m a brigadier in the prison, alas, my name is Cafiero Pasquale and I’ve been at Poggio Reale since ’53 and after the hundredth bolt in the evening I’m a wreck luckily in the special wing there’s a genial man who talks with me. All day long with four vile characters bandits, gluttons, cuckolds and lackeys all the hours with this scum who spit threats and take it out on me but at the end I sit down comfortably I undo my buttons and I read the paper I get advice from Don Raffae’ he explains what I think and we drink our coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Front page, twenty pieces of news twenty-one injustices, and what does the State do, it is dismayed, it is angry, it commits itself and then it throws in the towel with great dignity, I rack my brain and I mop my brow, luckily there’s someone who answers me to that very important person I ask approval from Don Raffae’. A man of honour who has six children asked for a house and they give him advice while the councillor, may God forgive him, inside the caravan raises mink for you a move or a voice is enough that to this Christ they take off the cross with all due respect, it’s now three o’clock would you like a juice or a coffee.
Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s inflation, devaluation and who has the wallet has it and I don’t have anything but this salary and two numbers if I dream about dad. Add my daughter Innocenza who wants a husband but she is impatient I won’t ask you for mercy I’ll shave you, or you can do it yourself. You have a camel-hair overcoat and at the mafia trial you were the most handsome in a brown pinstripe suit that’s what it looked like on television for the wedding, I beg you, Your Excellency, if you could lend it to me to make me look good, I’ve already got the shoes and the waistcoat would you like a Campari or a coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s no longer dignity, the luxury prisons
www.fabriziodeandre.it
Le traduzioni di Mark Worden qui presenti sono la trasposizione letterale in lingua inglese dei testi delle canzoni contenute nell’album. È severamente vietata la riproduzione del testo in tutto o in parte.
These are literal English translations by Mark Worden of Fabrizio De André’s lyrics. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2009 Nuvole Production S.r.l.

DON RAFFAÉ F. De André | M. Pagani | F. De André | M. Bubola © 1990 Universal Music Publishing Ricordi S.r.l. | Macù Ed. Musicali S.a.s. | Nuvole Ed. Musicali S.a.s. My name is Pasquale Cafiero and I’m a brigadier in the prison, alas, my name is Cafiero Pasquale and I’ve been at Poggio Reale since ’53 and after the hundredth bolt in the evening I’m a wreck luckily in the special wing there’s a genial man who talks with me. All day long with four vile characters bandits, gluttons, cuckolds and lackeys all the hours with this scum who spit threats and take it out on me but at the end I sit down comfortably I undo my buttons and I read the paper I get advice from Don Raffae’ he explains what I think and we drink our coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Front page, twenty pieces of news twenty-one injustices, and what does the State do, it is dismayed, it is angry, it commits itself and then it throws in the towel with great dignity, I rack my brain and I mop my brow, luckily there’s someone who answers me to that very important person I ask approval from Don Raffae’. A man of honour who has six children asked for a house and they give him advice while the councillor, may God forgive him, inside the caravan raises mink for you a move or a voice is enough that to this Christ they take off the cross with all due respect, it’s now three o’clock would you like a juice or a coffee.
Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s inflation, devaluation and who has the wallet has it and I don’t have anything but this salary and two numbers if I dream about dad. Add my daughter Innocenza who wants a husband but she is impatient I won’t ask you for mercy I’ll shave you, or you can do it yourself. You have a camel-hair overcoat and at the mafia trial you were the most handsome in a brown pinstripe suit that’s what it looked like on television for the wedding, I beg you, Your Excellency, if you could lend it to me to make me look good, I’ve already got the shoes and the waistcoat would you like a Campari or a coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s no longer dignity, the luxury prisons
www.fabriziodeandre.it
Le traduzioni di Mark Worden qui presenti sono la trasposizione letterale in lingua inglese dei testi delle canzoni contenute nell’album. È severamente vietata la riproduzione del testo in tutto o in parte.
These are literal English translations by Mark Worden of Fabrizio De André’s lyrics. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2009 Nuvole Production S.r.l.

DON RAFFAÉ F. De André | M. Pagani | F. De André | M. Bubola © 1990 Universal Music Publishing Ricordi S.r.l. | Macù Ed. Musicali S.a.s. | Nuvole Ed. Musicali S.a.s. My name is Pasquale Cafiero and I’m a brigadier in the prison, alas, my name is Cafiero Pasquale and I’ve been at Poggio Reale since ’53 and after the hundredth bolt in the evening I’m a wreck luckily in the special wing there’s a genial man who talks with me. All day long with four vile characters bandits, gluttons, cuckolds and lackeys all the hours with this scum who spit threats and take it out on me but at the end I sit down comfortably I undo my buttons and I read the paper I get advice from Don Raffae’ he explains what I think and we drink our coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Front page, twenty pieces of news twenty-one injustices, and what does the State do, it is dismayed, it is angry, it commits itself and then it throws in the towel with great dignity, I rack my brain and I mop my brow, luckily there’s someone who answers me to that very important person I ask approval from Don Raffae’. A man of honour who has six children asked for a house and they give him advice while the councillor, may God forgive him, inside the caravan raises mink for you a move or a voice is enough that to this Christ they take off the cross with all due respect, it’s now three o’clock would you like a juice or a coffee.
Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s inflation, devaluation and who has the wallet has it and I don’t have anything but this salary and two numbers if I dream about dad. Add my daughter Innocenza who wants a husband but she is impatient I won’t ask you for mercy I’ll shave you, or you can do it yourself. You have a camel-hair overcoat and at the mafia trial you were the most handsome in a brown pinstripe suit that’s what it looked like on television for the wedding, I beg you, Your Excellency, if you could lend it to me to make me look good, I’ve already got the shoes and the waistcoat would you like a Campari or a coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s no longer dignity, the luxury prisons
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Le traduzioni di Mark Worden qui presenti sono la trasposizione letterale in lingua inglese dei testi delle canzoni contenute nell’album. È severamente vietata la riproduzione del testo in tutto o in parte.
These are literal English translations by Mark Worden of Fabrizio De André’s lyrics. All rights reserved. Copyright © 2009 Nuvole Production S.r.l.

DON RAFFAÉ F. De André | M. Pagani | F. De André | M. Bubola © 1990 Universal Music Publishing Ricordi S.r.l. | Macù Ed. Musicali S.a.s. | Nuvole Ed. Musicali S.a.s. My name is Pasquale Cafiero and I’m a brigadier in the prison, alas, my name is Cafiero Pasquale and I’ve been at Poggio Reale since ’53 and after the hundredth bolt in the evening I’m a wreck luckily in the special wing there’s a genial man who talks with me. All day long with four vile characters bandits, gluttons, cuckolds and lackeys all the hours with this scum who spit threats and take it out on me but at the end I sit down comfortably I undo my buttons and I read the paper I get advice from Don Raffae’ he explains what I think and we drink our coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Front page, twenty pieces of news twenty-one injustices, and what does the State do, it is dismayed, it is angry, it commits itself and then it throws in the towel with great dignity, I rack my brain and I mop my brow, luckily there’s someone who answers me to that very important person I ask approval from Don Raffae’. A man of honour who has six children asked for a house and they give him advice while the councillor, may God forgive him, inside the caravan raises mink for you a move or a voice is enough that to this Christ they take off the cross with all due respect, it’s now three o’clock would you like a juice or a coffee.
Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s inflation, devaluation and who has the wallet has it and I don’t have anything but this salary and two numbers if I dream about dad. Add my daughter Innocenza who wants a husband but she is impatient I won’t ask you for mercy I’ll shave you, or you can do it yourself. You have a camel-hair overcoat and at the mafia trial you were the most handsome in a brown pinstripe suit that’s what it looked like on television for the wedding, I beg you, Your Excellency, if you could lend it to me to make me look good, I’ve already got the shoes and the waistcoat would you like a Campari or a coffee. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe that Ciccirinella, a cell mate, was given by his mum. Oh, what great coffee they know how make it well even in prison with the recipe of Ciccirinella, a cell mate, it’s just like his mum’s. Here there’s no longer dignity, the luxury prisons