Lyrics and translation Cosang - Rispettiva ammirazione

Rispettiva ammirazione

NTO′

Arrivaim ca'che nav.
Stessa spond ro′ mediterraneo
Che scol nfront meditavn e vij pasci' ro sotteraneij,
Capenn senza simultanea purtann umilta' spustavm container che mulett,
Pan integral e emmental ngop e murett ro lungomar,
Arnat pe′ denar e pe′ local che subrett,
La cosca nun è scuppett e coppl ma nu carciofl che petl che
Spin e o cor suoffic, o' tiemp ossid e sgretol c legn e cultur.
O stess sass rotl no Rodn o Volturn,
E m rivolg a Chilll co′ tu' consultann o menu′
Nos villes c'est nous, nun ciamm mai tenut.
Ma datece o vuij.
E ovunque e comun mettn a tace′ e maacerie uman sott e grattaciel,
Veteran ra materij ro' criterij crudel ca se cel rind o
Crater mercenarij rind e mercedes a velocita' e crocier.
RITORNELLO
Colg e frutt ro fluss, chest è a ricompens.
Lusingat che fuss chell ca′ ric o pens.
Nisciun c compet.
Na pessiam reputazion.
Na rispettiva ammirazion...

LUCHE′
A potenz ro microfn argentav o cment
Armat a ro' massettav, mentr m′assenatv a Napl.
E vinil lors comm stiml e scrivr a stessa storij.
Ruie estrem vestit a n'aquil e n′alligator,
Dividimm e stessi barb e sopraccigle, e stessi mamm e pat figl o fis.
Fissat ca' cit e strad e traffice ruol rind ′e e film e raffinerij.
Butteglie chien e chesti manij e protagonism e amor pe conflitt.
Appen turnat a ribattezav marsigl pecche' o vero riconosc eo' vero.
E scarp meij o spuorc aro′ cammin.
L′influenz song e differenz, nun amm abbraccciat l'afric.
E n′offes e stamm ferm che fabric.
Ca' m caric e na vit caggio′ perseguit, so' figl
Adottiv e na cultur ca cafgn destin,
Balbettn e barboncin ca vivn r′invidij
Cosang e Akenathon accummencij a vita bona...

Mutual Admiration

NTO′

I'm coming from inner city Naples in a boat.
On the same shore of the Mediterranean sea
Sculpted from the vigils and the wars fought in the underground,
Captains who work together in shifts, but still maintain the humility to move containers with the lift trucks
Wholemeal bread and cheese, eating on the pier looking at the sea,
Earning money and the local fame that is my due
The gang isn't guns and knives, but an artichoke that you eat
Tender and soft at the heart, but time oxidizes and crumbles wood and culture.
The same crumbling rock on the Rhododendron or Volturno rivers,
And I direct myself to you who consult the menu
Our cities are us, we've never been kept.
But give us the will.
And everywhere, our municipality ordains the silencing of human ruins under the skyscrapers
Veterans of the raw materials and the cruel criteria that hide
Mercenary craters and Mercedes speeding like cruise ships.
CHORUS
Enjoy the flow's fruit, this is the reward.
Flattered that it's what you were thinking about.
Nobody can match me.
A shitty reputation.
A mutual admiration...

LUCHE′
The power of the silver microphone paints the cement
Armed to the teeth, while I was settling in Naples.
And vinyl records as similes, writing the same history.
Two extremes, dressed in an eagle and an alligator,
We share the same beard and eyebrows, the same mothers and fathers, sons or daughters.
Stare at the city streets and traffic as we roll in film and refineries.
Full bottles and these hands and the protagonism of love for conflicts.
As soon as I came back, I re-baptized it Marseille because the real recognition is the real thing.
And my shoes get dirty on the walk.
The influence and the differences, we didn't embrace Africa.
And we take offense and stand firm in production.
Because I charge myself and a caged life, I'm the son
Adopted by a culture that changes destiny,
A stuttering little poodle dog who lives on envy
Cosang and Akhenaten start the good life...