Enzo Avitabile - È nnato - translation of the lyrics into English

Lyrics and translation Enzo Avitabile - È nnato




È nnato
He is born
Dint'a na barracca, a acqua e viento
In a shack, in water and wind
Sott'è cartune, co male tiempo,
Under cardboard, in bad weather,
Ca famma, co friddo, chine è paure,
With hunger, with cold, full of fear,
Nisciuno na mane, proprio nisciuno.
No one in the morning, no one at all.
E' NNATO! E' NNATO!
He is BORN! He is BORN!
'Ncopp'a nu marciappiede, chin'è fummo
On a sidewalk, full of smoke
Tra llucche e strille na varca a funno,
Between cries and screams a boat sinks,
Areta a' nu furgone ca purtave è surdate,
Near a van that carried soldiers,
Sott'à na tenda, mmiez'è sfullate,
Under a tent, amidst the refugees,
E' NNATO! E' NNATO!
He is BORN! He is BORN!
Pietà sott'à stu cielo, sanghe fracete e veleno,
Pity under this sky, blood brothers and poison,
Paure cuccate a'ppiere, annascunnute annanz'à nu vrasiere,
Fear crouched at your feet, hiding in front of a brazier,
Pietà, quartiere abbandonate, sciugliute ajere mmiez'è panne spase,
Pity, abandoned neighborhoods, melted yesterday amidst hung fabrics,
Uommene ch'è zzan'afora, arruciuliate dint'ò surore
Men who are outside, huddled in the mud
E' NNATO! E' NNATO!
He is BORN! He is BORN!
Ca resistenza, ca ribbellione, ca cammis'è forza
Resistance, rebellion, strength marches
Mmiez'à na rivoluzione,
Within a revolution,
Dint'à na stragge, sott'à n'incendie,
In a massacre, under an arson,
Sott'è massacre e è bumbardamente,
Under massacre and bombing,
E' NNATO! E' NNATO!
He is BORN! He is BORN!
Pietà, senza famiglia, ccasa, terra, nemmeno nu ciore
Pity, without family, house, land, not even a heart
Ggente felice surtante, pecchè nun sente cchiù dulore
Happy people jumping, because they don't feel pain anymore
Pietà, nott'è malammore, juorne marchiate a ffuoco,
Pity, nights of nightmares, days marked by fire,
Viente fance partì, scuscianno a poco a poco.
Young children leave, disappearing little by little.
E' NNATO! E' NNATO!
He is BORN! He is BORN!
Pietà, carcere ò scure, fierre arrugginite e scarrafune,
Pity, prison or ax, rusty iron and cockroaches,
Appevvuje sti mmane aizate, avasciate sti cannune,
Lift up your raised hands, lower your guns,
Pietà si ò ddice ò Sole, lacreme perze mmiez'à via
Pity if the sun says so, tears are lost in the street
Vasate è piere è stu munno, stelle vicine ò core è Ddio.
The stones of this world are kissed, the stars are close to God's heart.
E' NNATO! E' NNATO!
He is BORN! He is BORN!





Writer(s): Vincenzo Avitabile


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