Rocco Hunt - Non rimpiango niente - перевод текста песни на английский

Текст и перевод песни Rocco Hunt - Non rimpiango niente




Non rimpiango niente
I regret nothing
Ij mo sto buon, ringraziann a Dij ma si me ne vak ra lok
Baby, I'm good, thank God but if I go away from here
Ma pe sta gent, pe sta gent chi ce parl)
But for these people, for these people who talk about me)
Nu pensier a sti waglion che criatur 'mbracc senza n'omm affianc e cu na lacrima ca scenn 'nfacc, so piccolin e già vottn o passeggin,
A thought for these guys who grow up on the streets without a man by their side and with a tear running down their face, they are small and already know the walk,
Mammà me fatt a 18 ann sti cos e sacc,
Mom did these things to me at 18, and I know,
Na speranz a tutt frat ancor chius aret e sbarr,
A hope for all the brothers even more closed and locked up,
A chi nun scennr ra cas, a chi aspett na cundann,
To those who cannot get out of the house, to those who await a sentence,
Nun giudicà nun sputà in ciel ca 'nfacc ritorn,
Don't judge, don't spit in the sky because it comes back in your face,
Na cattiveria se perdon ma nun se scord,
A wickedness is forgiven but not forgotten,
Ij cant pe disoccupat nun m' agg mai scurdat
I sing for the unemployed, I've never forgotten
Quand papà nun faticav e cas o stess se magnav,
When dad didn't work and the house itself ate,
Mo a famiglia mij sta bon, ati cient'ann ancor a chi ma rat a voce
Now my family is fine, hundreds of years to those who still give me a voice
E pur l'uso re parol, ij nun rimpiang nient mank a firm ro cuntratt,
And despite the use of words, I don't regret anything, let alone signing contracts,
E strunzat c'agg fatt, fest e piazz e piazz e crack, cap e cazz fann e dissing,
And the stupid things I've done, parties and squares and squares and crack, head and balls do and dissing,
Nun v'agg mai cacat, ij facc o mij pe fatt mij, vuje sit a scen re frustrat
I've never shitted, I do my thing for myself, you are the stage of the frustrated
Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
I regret nothing because I did it my way,
Sta gent parl, me giudicà sultant Dij,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing
Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
I regret nothing because I did it my way,
Sta gent parl, me giudicà sultant Dij,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing
Me guard rint o specchij, vek o rifless e nu mostr,
I look at myself in the mirror, I see the reflection and a monster,
Mentr guard e fot vecchij immers int a nu mar e fuoss,
While I look at the old photos immersed in a sea of ​​ditches,
Nun guardà si n'omm ten sold e machin bon,
Don't look if a man has money and nice cars,
N'omm addivent n'omm sultant primm e s' addorm,
A man becomes a man only before he falls asleep,
Quand e pensier partn e lascian l'ombr,
When thoughts leave and leave the shadows,
A soluzion a truov sultant int a nu vol pe Londra,
The solution is found only in a flight to London,
16 ann scennev a Malpens, troppi pensier 'ncap
16 years old, I went down to Malpensa, too many thoughts in my head
Int a l'età ra strafuttenz, o mal pass e nun aurienz,
In the age of recklessness, evil passes and does not give audiences,
Chi te sta 'ngopp nun te pens,
Those who are on top of you don't think of you,
Abbracc o calvarij, si carn pe can, si riest in silenzij,
Embrace the ordeal, you are meat for dogs, you remain silent,
Sunnann renar, affruntann stu mal, affugann po mar, campann pa fam,
Dreaming of kidneys, facing this evil, escaping by sea, campaigning for hunger,
Pigl a vol sta chance in partenz,
Take this chance in installments,
E quand crir r'avè tutt ca nun tien nient,
And when you cry to have everything that you don't have,
Quanta nott riest sul senza amici parient
How many nights you stay alone without friends or relatives
E quant è larg chillu liett, chelli nott senza vient,
And how wide is that bed, those nights without wind,
Quand piens e te pient ra st'ammor che t'aspiett
When you think and then you cry for this love that awaits you
Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
I regret nothing because I did it my way,
Sta gent parl, me giudicà sultant Dij,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing
Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
I regret nothing because I did it my way,
Sta gent parl, me giudicà sultant Dij,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing
Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
I regret nothing because I did it my way,
Sta gent parl, me giudicà sultant Dij,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing
Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
I regret nothing because I did it my way,
Sta gent parl, me giudicà sultant Dij,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing
Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
I regret nothing because I did it my way,
Sta gent parl, me giudicà sultant Dij,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing





Авторы: Rocco Pagliarulo, Luciano Serventi


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