Moru - Vansterra Übersetzung ins Englische

Moru

Io mi ni futtu si tipu pi chiddu chi ai ncoddu spinnisti quantu a guerra i l'africa
Jo no sapia chi pi fari u padrinu bastava nchianari menza vota a savoca
Carina rutta mi buscu a pagnotta ma non mi mi cattu na merda di machina
Passu i iunnati priannu u signuri mi non mi fa veniri un coppu di sciatica

Mi giocu a casa a na briscola a mala
U to amicu è shooter pi minchiati chi spara
Io stava o fonnu du puzzu samara
Mentri chi ciccavi i pisci nto sahara

Sugnu senza filtri tipu i nazionali
Tu cecchi i dumari u focu a menzu a mari
Lassasti cincu voti matematica si ma picchi i minchiati i sai cuntari

Vegnu di unni rubari è cultura
Crisciri ca è na mala tortura
Mi ncucchiaru du fila cuddura
Non esistunu liggi tortuga

Tu unni mia duri tri quarti i luna
Canci idea tipu ogni quartu d'ura
Vinnu pacenzia a sticchi i cinquanta
A passu a du minchiati l'una

Si vidi i comu parri non si i ca
Mettu u cazzu nto giocu e no zicca
Ni fazzu tri stotti e una ritta
Idda mi sauta i supra è n'aridda

Giocu in casa giochiti unu fissu
Stai spittannu na littra du fiscu
Ietti scagghia ma io no reagisciu
Ca si spari ni pigghi di strisciu

Moru moru moru

Nascia bonu e sugnu u mali
Fici e dissi cosi strani
Semu in campagna elettorali
Ma non ni rificiru i stradi

Nesci i soddi quali bravu
Chi bravu a benzina a na pagu
Si u signuri avia un pianu
Voli diri chi su vinniu caru

Sai chi non parru si non sacciu
Sai chi si non muttu non manciu
Fozza e curaggiu chi semu i passaggiu
Pi ogni tri babbi ci n'è n'autru scattru

Cu travagghia si lorda e tu si pulitu
Si pigghiau un brazzu e vinni p'un ghitu
Su fai comu a nuddu ca si un cretinu
Su fai comu a tutti allura si un mitu

Pigghia chiu voti cu è chi si mussia
Comu si campa mu dicissi vussia
Scrivu un vaccinu pi sta malatia
U travagghiu c'è è chi non c'è a valia

I chi non mi muvia propriu
A chi natava nta l'oru
Nta bucca i l'anima uroboru
Moru moru moru

Moru

I'm going to fuck you like the one you have in your crotch, spinning as much as the war in Africa
I didn't know what to do, my godfather had only been to Savoca ten times
Ugly darling, I'm looking for a loaf of bread, but I'm not going to find a piece of shit of a car
I spend my days praying to the Lord that He won't give me sciatica

I play a game of briscola at home
Your friend is a shooter for idiots who shoot
I was at the bottom of the pit, Samara
While you were fishing in the Sahara

I'm unfiltered like the national team
You are looking for money in the middle of the sea
You failed math five times, but because you know how to count idiots

I come from where stealing is culture
Growing up is such a bad torture
I put on a couple of strings of sausages
There are no turtle laws

Where I live, three quarters of the moon pass
You change your mind every quarter of an hour
I sell patience in fifty-piece batches
I pass by two idiots at a time

It shows in the way you talk, not even if I were
I put my dick in the game and it doesn't hit
I make three logs and one straight
She jumps on me, she's a maniac

I play at home, play a fixed one
You're waiting for a letter from the tax office
You throw a stone but I don't react
Because if you shoot, you'll get hit by a ricochet

I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying

I was born good and I am the evil
I did and said strange things
We are in the electoral campaign
But they don't fix the roads

Get the money out like a good boy
That good boy that I pay for gas
If the Lord had a plan
It means he sold it dearly

You know I don't talk if I don't know
You know that if I don't suck, I don't eat
Strength and courage that we are the passage
For every three daddy there's another jerk

He who works gets dirty and you are clean
He took an arm and sold it for a guitar
You do it like nobody else because you're a cretin
You do it like everyone else then you are a myth

He who shows off gets more votes
How do you live, you tell me
I am writing a vaccine for this disease
There is work, but there is no value

I who don't move at all
To those who swim in gold
In the mouth of the soul ouroboros
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm dying