Paroles et traduction Amedeo Minghi - Vicere' - Live

Vicere' - Live

Puozze ittà 'o sanghe, Vicerè
'Cca'o viche è scure
E 'na cape ' e morte riciulea
'Ngoppe a lli grare.
'I ' te tuzzasse dint' o mure
Cape e corne,
Te cecasse 'll'uocchie
Mentre 'n ciele schiare journe senza 'e te
Puozze ittà o sanghe, ohi Vicerè
Puozze ittà 'o sanghe, Ohi VIcerè!
(Coro Ohi VIcerè)
Chiamasse 'na guagliona
Cavere 'indo'o suonne,
Le ricesse vienela a bberè, 'a Palummella.
Arrevutasse 'o vasce
Ca suspire e rorme,
Pupo chiuse, e nire
Che se 'nzerra pe' lo scuorne 'e cumparè...
'A Palummella, ohi Vicerè
'A Palummella, ohi Vicerè.
(Coro Ohi VIcerè)
' E vvoce murmuleane
E 'll'uocchie ca se scetane
Schiocchie a sciocchie sciurene
Tutt'a raggia ' e vivere
'Sta luce ' sole e 'sta 'ncazzosa scumma 'e mare
Iammela a scuntare che la luce, si tu 'a vuò, s'ha
Ddà aiutà
Ohi Palummella arapele
Ohi Palummella arapele
(Ohi Palumme')
Ohi Palummella scetate,
'Sti chiare arapele,
'Stuocchie russe 'grifale
E 'stu ciele appiccialo
Tu sì
'O tiempe ca rummane,
'O tiempe ' e rirere,
Comme a 'sti scelle e core sbattene
Allora 'o cielo è 'inpiette'a mmè, à mmè.
E' ghiuorne chine, Vicerè, 'stu sole accire.
L'erba secca 'e morte comm'a te
A Palummella.
'O core, 'a vote, nunn'è 'o core sulamente,
Vire che te fa, te vò fa sempe, chistu core,
'Ntussecà.
Ti' a 'ntussecà Ohi Vicerè
Si ce vuo' fà arrecrià
Arrecrià.

Viceroy - Live

You can let the blood run, Viceroy
Here the alley is dark
And a head of death laughs
On the stairs.
If I could push you into the wall
Head and horns
I would gouge out your eyes
While in heaven the days dawn without you
May you let the blood run, oh Viceroy
May you let the blood run, oh Viceroy!
(Chorus Oh Viceroy)
I called a young girl
To come to me in my sleep
The riches come to drink her, the little dove.
The little ship has arrived
That sighs and bellows
Closed and black doll
Who locks himself up for fear of his godfather's scorn...
The little dove, oh Viceroy
The little dove, oh Viceroy.
(Chorus Oh Viceroy)
And voices murmur
And eyes that open
Blossoming flower by flower
All the rage of living
This sunlight and this angry sea foam
Let me go and meet it with the light, if you want it, I have
There to help
Oh little dove, get up
Oh little dove, get up
(Oh little dove)
Oh little dove, wake up,
This bright dawn
These red curls
And light this sky
You are
The time that remains
The time to laugh
As these wings and hearts flutter
Then the sky is full of me, of me.
And the days are over, Viceroy, this sun is killing.
The grass is dry and dead like you
To the little dove.
The heart, sometimes, is not just the heart
See what it makes you do, it always wants to make you do this, this heart,
To poison.
Here to poison, oh Viceroy
If you want to make it scream
To scream.