Edoardo Bennato (Joe Sarnataro) - Nisciuno! (live 1992) Those who don’t want to line up
Those who are behind the bars
Those who pass with the red light
Those who stop at the yellow light
Those who are in the thousands
Those who sell the nuts
The big ones, the little ones, the ladies, the poor folks
The old ones, the children, the good ones, the wicked ones
No one
No one is saved
No one, no one
In this city, no one is saved!
Those who steal the stereo
Those who sell the ships
Those who sell their daughters, teachers, shoes
Doctors, barbers, soups, blind folks, transgenders
Nuns, honey sellers, butchers
No one!
No one is saved
No one, no one
In this city, no one is saved!
The daddy's girls
Those who cry misery
Those who lend money with interest
Those who send gifts from Befana
The old ladies, the postmen, the taxi drivers, the tram drivers, the young ladies
The good families, the prison guards
The railway workers, the pork sellers, the crooks, the divers
All from the same dough, judges, accountants
No one!
No one is saved
No one, no one
In this city, no one is saved!
Those who talk about justice
Those who wash their hands
Those who make the invoices, those who never stray
Those from the post office, those from taxes
The carriers, the vegetable sellers, ministers, the unemployed, the caretakers, the milkmen
The machine guards, the bodyguards, the gas station attendants
The soap sellers, the single ladies, the Red Cross members, the priests, the whores
No one!
No one is saved
No one, no one
In this city, no one is saved!
Those who take the north
Those who, out of spite, cheer for Juventus
Those who have nothing to lose
Those who write on the
The newspapers, the one from Vasto, the one from Furia, the one from Vomero, from Succavo
From Furcella, from Quartieri, those from Rione Traiano
Those from via Petrarca, from Sanità, from Pallunetto to Santa Lucia
Those at the top of via Manzoni, those down by the railway
The junkies, the nurses, the lawyers, the social workers
The bakers, the tax men, the hairdressers, the clueless
The builders, the scams, those who do the tricks
In the middle of the street, the city council advisors, the cops
No one!
No one is saved
No one, no one
In this city, no one is saved
No one!
No one!
"Hey, and you? Why you?"
"Hey, I don't!"
No one!
