[Intro: José Luccioni]
I saw this kid's birth. The cries of his poor mother only announced the coming of the flood
We said of his father that he was born in Mount Vesuvius.
Him, in a pool of blood, eh
What were you expecting? A nice little kitty? Wolves make wolves and that's it. And the wolf's all grown up: his fangs grew as did his appetite, a very large appetite
He quickly understood how to run a business, how important territories are and how to overtake them
Here, floors and walls only have one odor: his, and he spreads it the way blood runs through Naples' pavement
Yes, I saw this kid's birth. A few streets away from the old port, here, these same streets that saw him spread lead and death
It is said that the cross on his chest closed its eyes every time he took a life, what a shame
Personally, I don't think that, this cross, ever had the chance to have them open