Paroles et traduction Alfio Antico - Viru A Me Stissu

Viru A Me Stissu

Dici u vecchiu fai bene e scordalu
Dici u ranni fai mali e pensanci
A guerra cosi buoni nun'nni porta
Surrisi finiri fa
La gioia di la creatività
Uccide ammazza e cancella ogni cosa
Comu lu focu ca distruggi li simenzi
E comu si fa ppi stutari stu focu?

Spissu l'omu si nutri di spiranzi
Assuppa assuppa megghiu di na spugna
Lu'ncugna lu scugna lu conza e sconza
Ballannu a porti chiusi a cuntradanza

Jemu avanti: Sì! Ma comu?
Si mancu tra di nui si cci saluta
Stamu arristannu comu l'armi santi
Nudi du menzu u focu e pinitenti

C'è di luntanu cu ni fa la cucca
Ca cogghi tutti cosi e si l'ammucca

Semu a seculu vili e lisciu
Paremu picureddi di camusciu
Lu picuraru ni dici: Vi pisciu
'Ntra 'na parti di corpu lu cchiù musciu
Nui picureddi ca ci jemu fisciu fisciu
Nun facemu né musciu né stramusci

Viru a me stissu e paru casu stranu
Nascìù n'Sicilia e sugnu talianu
Nun sacciu comu nun mi vota la testa

You Are Coming to Me, Honey

You say: forget the old one, it's good
You say: remember the wound, it's bad
The war so good does not bring us
Finishes by cracking smiles
The joy of creativity
Kills, murders, and erases everything
Like a fire which destroys the seeds
And how can you do to put out this fire?

Often man feeds on hopes
He sucks, sucks better than a sponge
He nails it, he screws it, he fixes it and breaks it
Dancing at closed doors the contradance

We move forward: Yes! But how?
If not even among us we greet each other
We are standing still like the holy weapons
Naked in the middle of the fire and penitent

There is something far away that makes fun of us
That gathers all things and swallows them

We are in a vile and smooth century
We seem little sheep of chamois
The shepherd tells us: I'll pee on you
On the softest part of the body
Us little sheep who desperately run
We don't make a fuss or a sound

I see myself and I seem a strange case
I was born in Sicily and I am Italian
I don't know how I can still stand straight