social issues | March 20, 2026

Caparezza Vengo Dalla Luna Lyrics English Translation

');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(typeof window.cf !== 'undefined')c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)}; })();

Did you know?

In addition to reading lyric translations, you can now learn Italian with music and lyrics from your favorite artists.

Our app includes full translations of every line and word, pronunciation practice, progress tracking, and various lessons to keep your learning fun and interesting.

I come from the moon

May the sky cross you

And I find fear inappropriate

For a different culture

Which pours on me

His perverse madness

It gets to the point that when she sees me she swerves

You want to put me under this gentleman

Who boasts of the saint attached to the dashboard

He didn't understand that I'm willing

To stay below

Only when I fuck

(Go back to your country you are different)

Impossible, I'm from the universe

The route I lost, what do you want me to tell you

You were born here

Because here gave birth to a cunt

What would you be better at?

Do me the favor buddy

There is no deal here that you deserve

You are confined

But in your state of mind

I am moody

And I practice where the fuck I want

I'm not black

I'm not white

I'm not active

I'm not tired

I don't come from any nation

I, yes, I'm from the moon

I'm not healthy

I'm not crazy

I'm not true

I am not fake

I don't bring you bad luck or luck

Yes, I'll take you to the moon

I come from the moon

I come from the moon

I come from the moon

I come, I come

Are you mad at me

Because I fuck your job

Because I fuck your car

Or I fuck the girl under the moon

What do you want it to be then, it's not my fault

If your surname woman makes Pompilio like Numa

You say I'm ugly, that I smell like a rat

But you are a forced and above all you are not

Paul Newman

I am only grazed by your fiction

And I piss on your show that runs smooth as Truman

I miss my light moon

I remember one evening the stars of a flag but it was

A hope, it was

A frontier, it was

The spring of a new era, it was

(Stupid we stuff you with trinkets right now

In exchange for your free subject status)

It is an inopportune proposition

Hold the earth man

I want the moon

I'm not black

I'm not white

I'm not active

I'm not tired

I don't come from any nation

I, yes, I'm from the moon

I'm not healthy

I'm not crazy

I'm not true

I am not fake

I don't bring you bad luck or luck

Yes, I'll take you to the moon

I come from the moon

I come from the moon

I come from the moon

I come, I come

It wasn't easy for me

Find me here

Unexpected guest

Unwanted weight surrendered

Accomplices satellites that

They reflect an artificial well-being

Moon under which to talk about love

Warm up at home

In front of your TV

Of your mentality

It's that fiction is better

Of real life

Who, on the other hand, is unpredictable

And it's not fruit

Of something already written

About a book you've already read everything

But I, I, I don't, I, I, I oh

I come (I come) from the moon

I (I) come (come) from the moon

I (I) come (come) from the moon

I (I) I'm coming (I'm coming) I'm coming (I'm coming)

');var c=function(){cf.showAsyncAd(opts)};if(typeof window.cf !== 'undefined')c();else{cf_async=!0;var r=document.createElement("script"),s=document.getElementsByTagName("script")[0];r.async=!0;r.src="//";r.readyState?r.onreadystatechange=function(){if("loaded"==r.readyState||"complete"==r.readyState)r.onreadystatechange=null,c()}:r.onload=c;s.parentNode.insertBefore(r,s)}; })();