10.06.2021
Chicago
Chicago, Chicago, ChicagoWhen I see again
My old grandfather in Chicago
He takes out his stories, his gun, his borsalino
And two glasses on a table
and half-true, half-fable
He tells me about prohibition
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Playing all night at the casino
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Everyone calls me Francky Borsalino
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
In an old basement near the palace
Where he was hiding
He made the liquor he resold
To the magistrate
A little outlaw
A little mafia
That's why he's still there
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Playing all night at the casino
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Everyone calls me Francky Borsalino
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
In 1920, when he left the country
He was cheated like the wine he made
Just landed, without knowing how to speak
He took care of whiskey instead
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Playing all night at the casino
So I see myself near him in Chicago
Everyone calls me Francky Borsalino
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago
Chicago, Chicago, Chicago