Akhenaton — La Cosca song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Cosca" by Akhenaton.
Lyrics
Ma famille est sept fois s (c)culaire, ancienne et insulaire
Entour (c)e de mystres, et comme le Saint-Suaire
A l’aube de troisime mill (c)naire encore on dit
La l (c)gende des trois cavaliers espagnols qui d (c)barqurent
Au large de Trapani, les usages d’une secte
Dans leurs tЄtes et leurs bagages amen (c)s de Tolde
Et tout ceci n’est pas mythe, fou l’ignores-tu?
Le jour o№ mon sang a coul© sur un fil, je fus perdu
Je suis n© en 1903
Au milieu des Vendettas, dans les environs de Caltanissetta
O№ seuls l’honneur et la famille d (c)cident
Les bancs de mon (c)cole s’appelaient racket et homicide
J'(c)tais un pauvre paysan, gardien d’un Latifondo
Pour la criminalit©, oui la Sicile a bon dos
Mais quand mЄme, comment expliquer
Que des culs-terreux ont r (c)git l'(c)conomie d’un pays entier
J’ai envoy© des tas de types au caveau
Ainsi je f"s soldat dans la puissante Cosca des Salvo
Puis j’ai lou© mes services un peu plus au Nord
En 22, j'(c)tais Bagheria dans la Conque d’Or
Pour rappeler l’ordre ceux qui ne payaient rien
Et taxer leurs biens aux propri (c)taires terriens
On peut trouver § a monstrueux
Mais tout ce que j’ai fait, je l’ai fait pour Єtre heureux
Tu appartiens la Cosca
Ton sang appartient la Cosca
Puis les fascistes sont arriv (c)s au pouvoir,
Pour les deux d (c)cennies noires
Avec le d (c)sir d’envoyer au placard
Les menbres de l’honorable soci (c)t© Les hommes de ma tradition f"rent chass (c)s, arrЄt (c)s et enferm (c)s
J’ai vite d (c)cid© de m’exiler en Tunisie
Pour fuir la r (c)pression de pr (c)fet C (c)sare Mori
A Tunis, il y avait d (c)j beaucoup d’italiens
Donc venu sans rien, j’ai d" m’accaparer des biens
Les familles s'(c)taient reconstitu (c)es
Les clandestins de Sicile r (c)clamaient des p (c)cadilles pour tuer
J’ai vite eu sous mes ordres une arm (c)e
Mes affaires ont prosp (c)r© jusqu' ce que le gouvernement fran§ ais
Eut sign© mon acte d’extradition de Tunis
J’ai fuit, vers Le Havre puis les Etats-Unis
L -bas en 43, j’ai lutt© Contre les sabotages des agents philo-nazis
On a collabor© avec le gouvernement
Pendant quelques ann (c)es jusqu’au jour du d (c)barquement
Ils nous ont renvoy© l'ascenseur aprs quelques mois
En installant dans les mairies des gens de Cosa Nostra
La collusion entre Mafia et partis politiques
Etait son comble, pire c'(c)tait une logique
Ceci marqua d’une pierre blanche ainsi
50 ans d’emprise totale de la Mafia sur l’Italie
Grўce mes relations, dans les sphres de l’Etat
Je f"s acquitt©, pour un contrat, par un certain magistrat
En 57, j'(c)tais incarc (c)r© l'"Ucciardone"
Mi-58, je travaillais dehors Corl (c)one
Les naЇfs, comprennent-ils qu’en un an de prison
Ou dix ans de libert© on a les mЄmes connections
C’est dans ces ann (c)es-l que l'(c)conomie a chang© L'honorable soci (c)t© s'est vite adapt (c)e
D’abord le trafic de drogue, l’assassinat de femmes
Aujourd’hui il vendent mЄme des organes
Et comme pour liguer tous les d (c)lits impunis
En 70, la criminalit© s'est r (c)unie
Il y avais l, des types de Campanie: de la Camorra
Et ces putains de balafreurs cruels de la 'Ndranghetta
De Bari, le Sacra Corona Unita
Et je faisais partie des gars venus de Cosa Nostra
Peu peu, se creusait un vide entre
Eux, leurs objectifs et moi et mes principes
Cinq mois aprs j’avais tout raccroch© M'(c)tais barr© dans la montagne pour me cacher
Et voil donc vingt ans qui sont pass (c)s
Je suis rest© discret et n’ai jamais balanc© J'ai quatre-vingt piges et des nouveaux changements politiques
Me font comprendre que mon ўge est critique
Dehors, cette moto m’inquite
Ce soit-disant postier porte des lettres? Il guette
Ils ont encore moins de respect que je pensais
Peut-Єtre des nouveaux gars de l’organisation appel (c)e Stidde
C’est termin©, alors pourquoi ne pas en rire
Sortir cette tЄte qui vaut 600.000 lires
C’est d (c)risoire, dix mtres se tapit
Une arm (c)e de Guappi, tout § a afin d'(c)liminer un papi
Dernier mot, dernire lueur dans mes yeux
Je me suis tromp©, je n’ai jamais (c)t© heureux, je dois sortir
Lyrics translation
My family is seven times s (C) culaire, ancient and insular
Around (c)E of mystres, and like the Holy Shroud
At the dawn of troisime mill (c) naire it is still said
The l (c)gende of the three Spanish riders who d (c)barqurent
Off Trapani, the uses of a sect
In their tЄtes and luggage amen (C) s de Tolde
And all this is not a myth, do you not know?
The day o№ my blood fell© on a thread, I was lost
I was born in 1903
In the midst of the Vendettas, in the vicinity of Caltanissetta
O№ only honor and family d (c)cident
The benches of my (C) cole were called racket and homicide
I (C) shut up a poor peasant, keeper of a Latifondo
For crime©, yes Sicily has a good back
But when mmeme, how to explain
That ass-Earths have r (c)git the (c)conomy of an entire country
I sent a bunch of guys to the vault.
So I became a soldier in The Mighty Cosca of the Salvo
Then I read my services a little further north
In 22, I (c)Tais Bagheria in the Conque d'or
To remind the order those who did not pay anything
And tax their property to landowners
One can find § a monstrous
But everything I've done, I've done to be happy
You belong to Cosca
Your blood belongs to Cosca
Then the fascists came to power,
For both d (c)Black cennies
With the d (c) sir to send to the closet
The menbres of the Honourable soci (c)t© men of my tradition f " rent chass (c)s, arrtt (c)S and enerm (c)s
I quickly d (c)cid© to exile myself to Tunisia
To escape the R (C) pressure of pr (c)fet C (C) sare Mori
In Tunis, there were d (c)J many Italians
So come with nothing, I have to grab myself goods
Families were reconstituted
The stowaways of Sicily R (c)cried P (C)cadels to kill
I quickly had under my orders an arm (c)e
My business flourished until the French government
Had sign© my Extradition Act from Tunis
I fled, to Le Havre and then to the United States
L-down in 43, I fought against the sabotage of the philo-Nazi agents
We worked with the government
For a few years until the day of d (C) barching
They returned us the elevator after a few months
By installing in the town halls of Cosa Nostra people
The collusion between Mafia and political parties
Was its peak, worse C'(c)was a logic
This marked with a white stone thus
50 years of total mafia grip on Italy
Gryce my relations, in the spheres of State
I was acquitted, for a contract, by a certain magistrate
En 57, j'(c)tais incarc (c) R© L '' Ucciardone"
Mi-58, I was working outside Corl (c)one
The naive, do they understand that in one year of prison
Or ten years of freedom we have the same connections
It was in these years that the economic (c)changed the Honourable soci (c)t© quickly adapted (c)E
First drug trafficking, the murder of women
Today they sell even organs
And as if to bind all the D (c)beds with impunity
In 70, crime © R (c)United
There were L, types of Campania: from the Camorra
And these cruel fucking scavengers of the ' Ndranghetta
Of Bari, the sacred United Crown
And I was one of the guys from Cosa Nostra.
Little by little, there was a vacuum between
Them, their goals and me and my principles
Five months later I had all hung up on M ' (C) tais barr© in the mountain to hide me
And so twenty years are passed (c)s
I am discreet and never sway I have eighty-eight and new political changes
Make me understand that my YGE is critical
Outside, this bike is asking me.
This so-called postman carries letters? He's watching.
They have even less respect than I thought
Can new guys from the organization call (c)E Stidde
It's over©, so why not laugh
Take out this tЄte that is worth 600.000 lire
It is d (c)risoire, ten meters is tucked
An arm (c)E of Guappi, all § A in order to(c)eliminate a papi
Last word, last glimmer in my eyes
I was wrong, I never (c) t© happy, I have to go out