| Yes, that's the best part of the job | 
| Divided, divided: two so that you don't spend the whole day there ... | 
| But yeah, but I said bullshit | 
| It's not like I'm dying now if I don't know ... | 
| And oh well let's just do the intro of the piece like this | 
| That we are so out of phase and then he starts singing, oh well | 
| Ah Ah! | 
| Yeah yeah! | 
| Oh Oh! | 
| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad | 
| But thanks mom, you made two out of two | 
| In the family you were the first born, the child expected | 
| Pampered and at times even spoiled | 
| Pampered and packs upon packs of rich Christmases | 
| Smiling relatives intent on leaving gifts | 
| And then the little one arrives, picking up each toy | 
| He becomes the star by putting you in the corner | 
| And the cagnara looms, fanfare and trumpets, he eats, shits and cries | 
| To you the blame for everything that breaks | 
| With that four-toothed smile, scoundrel, I was already saying everything | 
| I sleep like an angel and then I don't shut up at night | 
| Barrel from the ceiling, mums and popes awake until early morning | 
| In the eyes the same blunder of seven years ago | 
| Every neighbor heard and said: "What bad luck!" | 
| Mom took up the challenge with us, she laughed and understood | 
| That the coven was taking a new turn | 
| We did not believe in the brothel that was already being done | 
| The house of fire and sword in the game of fighting | 
| Dog and cat but the same way of walking | 
| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad | 
| But thanks mom, you made two out of two (two out of two) | 
| However my brother goes there will be | 
| Thanks mom, thanks dad | 
| Screaming at the top of your lungs, ghosts under the sheets | 
| "Children, don't make a mess, there's school tomorrow!" | 
| But mom, there's no way to stop the Ghostbusters | 
| The bedroom is the Universe and we are the Masters! | 
| We are alone out there but we don't show it | 
| We have the strangest dress in the whole neighborhood | 
| The tsars laughing in the courtyard but it was style! | 
| Do you remember how little girls turned around? | 
| When shooting as a couple, the style was double | 
| The lame gait and armor gave strength | 
| To face any misfortune with the same sentence in your mouth: | 
| "This is my brother, handsome, it will be hard for anyone who touches him!" | 
| We have the Code of the Knights, can't you see? | 
| Rather scleri but you always find us sincere milady | 
| For the city, challenging its future | 
| One sang it confidently, the other wrote it on every wall | 
| And my revolution started from there | 
| Dog and cat but the same look of those who are not there | 
| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad | 
| But thanks mom, you made two out of two (two out of two) | 
| However my brother goes there will be | 
| Thanks mom, thanks dad | 
| You know that now you still live it and it works | 
| She stopped chasing only because she no longer goes to school | 
| A little lazier than then but the energies are the same | 
| No longer a single family, now there is the SF | 
| As always, we protect ourselves in fights | 
| Eternally teenagers less than in boxers | 
| To see this world upside down | 
| To roll your life and smoke it to the end | 
| Girotondo, another shot and I'm cionco | 
| We will trample the grapes until the wine is ready | 
| And standing beating glasses with cutlery | 
| Greetings to my friar, toast to two never separated lives | 
| Quarrel after quarrel and games that ended in blows | 
| When there was no wheat, we spent the summer in Milan | 
| Fun all the same if my memory serves me right | 
| Success or failure, the glory goes to mom | 
| You brought us into the world, you gave life to every dream I have | 
| Once it may be luck, the second not | 
| I don't know what you thought those nights with dad | 
| But thanks mom, you made two out of two (two out of two) | 
| However my brother goes there will be | 
| Thanks mom, thanks dad |