Lyrics and translation Nino D'Angelo - 'O pate

'O pate

O pate è 'o pate
Nun se po lamentà maje cu nisciuno
Adda fà sempe 'o forte, adda fà 'o pate
è capo, ma nun sape cumannà
'O pate è 'o pate
Sempe annascuso, nun se vede maje
Ma sape tutto chello ca succede
E quanno vò se sape fà sentì
E c"a fatica 'nfaccia e dint' all'ossa
Va cammenanno cu 'e penziere appriesso
Se cresce 'e figli dint"o portafoglio
Sempe cchiù chino 'e 'sti fotografie
Nisciuno 'o sente quanno parla sulo
E se fa viecchio sestimanno e guaje
E si 'o faje male s'astipa 'o dolore areto a nu sorriso
E se va a 'ppendere dint' 'o scuro
A 'na lacrema d' 'o core
Ca ogni tanto 'o fa cadè
'O pate è 'o pate
Nun se po' rassignà si 'o juorno è niro
Pe' forza adda truvà nu piezze 'e sole
Pe' scarfà 'a casa soja primma 'e partì
'O pate è 'o pate
'O primmo amico 'e quanno si criaturo
Ca fore 'a scola nun 'o truove maje
Ma sta tutte 'e mumente addò staje tu
'O truove sempe cu 'o piacere 'n mane
Si nun vuò niente te vo' dà coccosa
E se sta zitto pe' guardà 'e parole
Ca so' carezze ca isso t' 'a 'mparato
Acale l'uocchie quanno te saluta
E sott' 'e diente dice statt'accorto
E chella mano ca te tocca 'a spalla è 'o coraggio ca tiene
E nun te miette cchiù paura
Pecchè saje ca nun si sulo
Quanno 'a vita è contro a te

Father

Father is a father
He can never complain to anyone
He must always be strong, he must be a father
He's a leader, but he doesn't know how to command
Father is a father
Always hidden, he's never seen
But he knows everything that's going on
And when he wants to, he knows how to make himself heard
With exhaustion on his face and in his bones
He walks with his thoughts on his heels
He raises his children in his wallet
Always full of those photographs
No one hears him when he talks alone
And he grows old with troubles and woes
And if you hurt him, he hides the sorrow behind a smile
And he goes and hangs himself
In the dark
To a tear from his heart
Father is a father
He cannot accept that the day is dark
He must find a piece of sun by force
To warm his home before he leaves
Father is a father
The first friend of a child
Who is never found outside of school
But is present every moment that you are
You always find him with pleasure in his hands
If you want nothing, he will give you something
And if he is silent, it is to watch the words
Which are caresses that he has taught you
He lowers his eyes when he greets you
And says under his breath, be careful
And that hand that touches your shoulder is the courage that you have
And no longer frightens you
Because you know you are not alone
When life is against you