Soul train - Sud Sound System Übersetzung ins Englische

Soul train

Ehi, a ddu sta bbai, su ddhru trenu nu 'nci a statu mai

Pallidu politicu nu nci a statu mai in seconda classe
Sul treno che va da Lecce a Schauffausen
Chinu de gente si ma gente ca sta fugge
Lontano dalla loro terra d'origine
Amara e resa pesante come il piombo
Mandata allo sbaraglio lasciata affondare
Tradita depredata sbranata e violentata
E me chiedi se cussi se po campa'
Ieu la sacciu pecce' lu portu
Lu paccu de cartune tenutu cu la corda
Comu quiddhru ca ui viditi purtare sulli binari delle stazioni de nu meridionale quista è la soluzione
Gente costretta all'emigrazione
E le promesse mai mantenute
Fatte de parole parole e sulamente parole
Poi andare via tornare e andare via
Quandu lu mundu nia destinati a quai
Cu murimu a ddhru imu nati
Ma de ddhru poi ni 'ndannu scacciati
Se quistu è giustu o nu bbe' giustu
Iddhri li "signori" se 'nde futtenu
Quiddhri l'ignoranza se la sfruttanu
E pe le feste sempre ne giustanu

Perché a quai du nui tutti quanti anu prtire
La fatia nu 'ncete li piccinni anu mangiare
La valigia de cartune stae pronta
Mintici lu mieru l'oliu lu casu recotta
Ca lu patrunu subbra te sta spetta
Stae subbra cu la fatia pronta
Quiddhru ca nu bole face la gente colta
Ma tie hai besegnu e ha ingoiare
Stu boccone amaru li piccinni anu mangiare
Partono i treni carichi da Lecce
Nella valigia lacrime e amarezze

Ehi, a ddu sta bbai, su ddhru trenu nu 'nci a statu mai

Nella realta' che vorresti finisse per lasciarla alle spalle
Il destino ha l'ultima sorpresa da farti
La sacra corona sui binari la bomba è venuta a darti
E politici disonesti senza scrupoli e faccia
Arraffano ingordi ma mai binchiati de sordi
Ammenu cu bu vannu torti
Avete distrutto generazioni con ogni mezzo
Siete criminali teste di cazzo
Ca se campanu sullu sangu della povera gente
Quista è realta' mutu semplicemente

E rri intra na citta' ca nu sai a ddhru ha scire
Addhru la gente camina a tutte le ure
Te pienzi c'ha risoltu ca la vita ha migliorare
Ma tieni auri problemite affrontare
La gente ca nu te parla e te disprezza
Te trattanu peciu peciu te na pezza
Cussi 'ncigna n'idea intra lu core
La terra de lu sule la terra de l'amore
Partono i treni carichi da Lecce
Nella valigia lacrime e amarezze

Soul Train

Hey babe, you've never been on that train

Pale politicians have never been in second class
On the train that goes from Lecce to Schauffausen
Full of people, yes, but people who are fleeing
Far from their land of origin
Bitter and made heavy as lead
Sent to the slaughter, left to sink
Betrayed, plundered, torn apart and violated
And you ask me if you can live like this
I know why I carry it
The cardboard box held with the rope
Like the one you see carried on the tracks of the stations of a southerner, this is the solution
People forced to emigrate
And the promises never kept
Made of words, words and only words
Then go away, come back and go away
When the world is destined for us here
We die where we were born
But from there then we are driven away
Whether this is right or not, it's right
Those "gentlemen" don't care
Those who exploit ignorance
And for the holidays they always screw us

Because here we all have to share
The hard work, you see, the children have to eat
The cardboard suitcase is ready
Put the honey, the oil, the cheese, the ricotta in it
Because the boss is waiting for you above
He's above with the work ready
What educated people don't want to do
But you need it and you have to swallow
This bitter bite, the children have to eat
The trains leave Lecce loaded
In the suitcase tears and bitterness

Hey babe, you've never been on that train

In the reality that you would like to end to leave it behind
Fate has one last surprise for you
The sacred crown on the tracks, the bomb came to give you
And dishonest politicians without scruples and face
They greedily snatch but never get tired of money
At least with you they go wrong
You have destroyed generations by every means
You are criminals, dickheads
Who live on the blood of poor people
This is reality, simply mute

And you arrive in a city that you don't know where to go
There people walk at all hours
You think you've solved it, that life has to improve
But you have other problems to face
People who don't talk to you and despise you
They treat you like a piece of cloth
So an idea ignites in the heart
The land of the sun, the land of love
The trains leave Lecce loaded
In the suitcase tears and bitterness