Paroles et traduction Alessio Arena - Los niños que vuelan

Los niños que vuelan

Vuelan los niños
Por no poder pisar la tierra
Donde marchitó la flor y la bandera
De otra guerra más.
Borde y nación, niños sin mapas
Corriendo por ríos sin caudales,
Que el mundo considera ilegales.

Vamos buscando, mi hermano,
Algo que nos perdone
La vida que hemos gastado
Entre mil sinrazones.
Todos los niños
Que no salen en la publicidad
Pagan el precio
De esta sociedad.

Vuelan los niños
Porque al andar no van lejos
De ese miedo que habita su cuerpo,
Sangre y ternura, corazón abierto.
La insidia de pisar su identidad.
Niños migajas de pan,
Sueños frugales
Que el mundo considera ilegales.

Vamos buscando, mi hermano,
Algo que nos perdone
La vida que hemos gastado
Entre mil sinrazones.
Todos los niños
Que no salen en la publicidad
Pagan el precio
De esta sociedad.

E aràpete cielo, aràpete mare,
Aràpete terra ca sto' luntando da' casa mia,
Frutto 'nzuarato senza semmenta
Pane 'nstustato pe'caccia' 'e riente.
Pe'strade oscure d'a voce
Mo' cantano 'e canarie ca stanno 'ncroce.
Scelle spezzate, vocche affamate
E autrorno sango a zeffunne
E ggiurnale ca parlano sempe 'e ll'ate.
Ati nommi, ati suonne, atti ggente,
Piso e mesura 'e 'un munno
Ca nun è mai cagnato.
E so' criature oi ma', nun te scurda',
Falle pazzia'.

Vamos buscando, mi hermano,
Algo que nos perdone
La vida que hemos gastado
Entre mil sinrazones.

The Children Who Fly

The children fly
Because they cannot set foot on the earth
Where the flower and the flag withered
Of another war.
Borders and nations, children without maps
Running through rivers without streams,
Which the world considers illegal.

We are looking for, my sister,
Something to forgive us
For the life we have spent
Among a thousand unreasonable things.
All the children
Who are not in the advertisement
Pay the price
Of this society.

The children fly
Because when they walk they don't go far
From that fear that inhabits their bodies,
Blood and tenderness, open heart.
The treachery of stepping on their identity.
Children crumbs of bread,
Frugal dreams
Which the world considers illegal.

We are looking for, my sister,
Something to forgive us
For the life we have spent
Among a thousand unreasonable things.
All the children
Who are not in the advertisement
Pay the price
Of this society.

And it will be unbearable sky, it will be unbearable sea,
It will be unbearable earth because I am far from my home,
Unripe fruit without seed
Unleavened bread for the hunt for the smile.
In the dark streets of the voice
Now the canaries that are on the cross sing.
Broken seals, hungry voices
And yesterday's blood in the drain
And newspapers that always talk about yesterday.
To you, names, to you, dreams, to you, people,
Weight and measurement of a world
That has never changed.
And they are creatures, my dear, do not forget,
Speak madness.

We are looking for, my sister,
Something to forgive us
For the life we have spent
Among a thousand unreasonable things.