Paroles et traduction Baby Gang feat. Geolier - Miez A Via (feat. Geolier)

Miez A Via (feat. Geolier)

Ok, ah-ah
(2nd Roof Music) ehi
Siamo cresciuti 'mmiez'â via, in mezzo a chi c'ha i soldi

Siamo cresciuti 'mmiez'â via, in mezzo a chi c'ha i soldi
Soldi sporchi, bimbi, sbirri o criminali
Le strade sono solo due, o fai il plug o il cops
La terza umiliati o, fra', milionari
Siamo cresciuti 'mmiez'â via, welcome to my block
Con tutti i padri chiusi nei penitenziari
Gli occhi parlano, son tristi, baby girl, my love
Gli occhi non mentono, ma tu menti uguale

Sono nato per questo, sono nato in mezzo al degrado
Un bimbo depresso, cresciuto un po' presto solo
Sono nato maestro, un ladro onesto, un negro in arresto
Il padre al fresco e il figlio lo stesso
Sono nato dove mi spari o ti sparo
Patti chiari, come diceva chiaro il colombiano, bebe
Sono nato in mеzzo agli ostacoli, cose che non ti immagini
Cose chе non ho detto e mai dichiarato

Non ho una guagliuncella che mi aspetta
Fuori c'è solo la vendetta e la guerra
Hanno messo in cella una stella
Meglio lontano da 'sta gente di merda

Siamo cresciuti 'mmiez'â via, in mezzo a chi c'ha i soldi
Soldi sporchi, bimbi, sbirri o criminali
Le strade sono solo due, o fai il plug o il cops
La terza umiliati o, fra', milionari
Siamo cresciuti 'mmiez'â via, welcome to my block
Con tutti i padri chiusi nei penitenziari
Gli occhi parlano, son tristi, baby girl, my love
Gli occhi non mentono, ma tu menti uguale (yeah)

Gesù criaje 'a vita (uah), e po criaje Adamo (uah)
E po criaje a Eva (ua, yeah), e po criaje a Caino (yeah) ch'accedette Abele (yeah)
Na pattuglia fa catture, fa battute (ah) 'mmiez'â via
Sta Giuda, no Gesù, si ggiure, te miette in dubbio (uah)
'O sanghe nun scorre secco 'o marciapiede ma l'assorbe
Po rimane nu quadretto e chiagnarrà sulo mammà (eh)
Pecché 'int'â Bibbia mostre sulo 'o bbuono d"e persone
Pure 'a guerra serve sempe, ê vote pure cchiù d"a pace (eh)

È tutto organizzato, affitte a casa 'e fronte 'a banca
Na semmana v"a studiate, nu blindato, duje blindate, po sta calmo
L'alleato 'a primma cosa ha dda magnà, accussì nun fa penziere strane
E po è fernuta 'a malavita, comme 'a lira
Nun se vede, nun se sente, nun se sceta nu criaturo
Nun se sosa chi è caduto 'nterra, uommene se fanno 'a guerra
Frate stanno 'nzieme, fanno 'nzieme 'o primmo reato
Po s'accideno a vicenda sott'a ll'ordine d"e cape (yeah, yeah)

Napule è mamma e papà e i' so' figlio a lloro
'Mmiez'â via, si guarde, sî nu testimone
Stongo sempe 'mmiez'â via, 'mmiez'â via nun dormo
Pate, zie e nepute 'int'ê penitenziarie
I' me ne vulevo ascì, ma sto chiuso ancora
L'uocchie mi' so' chiuse, nun menteno maje
Lloco 'e strade songo ddoje, perduona e fa l'ommo
Rancore te magna e po te rende schiavo

Siamo cresciuti 'mmiez'â via, in mezzo a chi c'ha i soldi
Soldi sporchi, bimbi, sbirri o criminali
Le strade sono solo due, o fai il plug o il cops
La terza umiliati o, fra', milionari
Siamo cresciuti 'mmiez'â via, welcome to my block
Con tutti i padri chiusi nei penitenziari
Gli occhi parlano, son tristi, baby girl, my love
Gli occhi non mentono, ma tu menti uguale

Middle of the Street (feat. Geolier)

Ok, ah-ah
(2nd Roof Music) hey
We grew up in the middle of the street, among those who have money

We grew up in the middle of the street, among those who have money
Dirty money, kids, cops or criminals
There are only two paths, you're either a plug or a cop
The third is humiliated or, bro, millionaires
We grew up in the middle of the street, welcome to my block
With all the fathers locked up in penitentiaries
Eyes speak, they're sad, baby girl, my love
Eyes don't lie, but you lie just the same

I was born for this, I was born in the midst of degradation
A depressed child, grown up a little too soon, alone
I was born a master, an honest thief, a black man under arrest
Father in jail and the son the same
I was born where I shoot you or you shoot me
Clear agreements, like the Colombian used to say, babe
I was born amidst obstacles, things you can't imagine
Things I haven't said and never declared

I don't have a girl waiting for me
Outside there's only revenge and war
They put a star in a cell
Better away from these shitty people

We grew up in the middle of the street, among those who have money
Dirty money, kids, cops or criminals
There are only two paths, you're either a plug or a cop
The third is humiliated or, bro, millionaires
We grew up in the middle of the street, welcome to my block
With all the fathers locked up in penitentiaries
Eyes speak, they're sad, baby girl, my love
Eyes don't lie, but you lie just the same (yeah)

Jesus created life (uah), and then he created Adam (uah)
And then he created Eve (ua, yeah), and then he created Cain (yeah) who killed Abel (yeah)
A patrol makes arrests, makes jokes (ah) in the middle of the street
It's Judas, not Jesus, I swear, you put me in doubt (uah)
The blood doesn't run dry on the sidewalk but it absorbs it
Then a picture remains and only mama will cry (eh)
Because in the Bible they only show the good in people
Even war is always useful, sometimes even more than peace (eh)

It's all organized, rent the house in front of the bank
A week you study it, an armored car, two armored cars, then stay calm
The ally has to eat first, so he doesn't think strange things
And then the underworld is over, like the lira
It's not seen, it's not heard, a child doesn't wake up
You don't know who fell on the ground, men make war
Brothers are together, they commit the first crime together
Then they kill each other under the orders of the bosses (yeah, yeah)

Naples is mom and dad and I'm their son
In the middle of the street, look, you're a witness
I'm always in the middle of the street, I don't sleep in the middle of the street
Fathers, uncles and nephews in penitentiaries
I wanted to get out of here, but I'm still locked up
My eyes are closed, they never lie
Instead of streets there are two, forgive and be a man
Resentment eats you and then makes you a slave

We grew up in the middle of the street, among those who have money
Dirty money, kids, cops or criminals
There are only two paths, you're either a plug or a cop
The third is humiliated or, bro, millionaires
We grew up in the middle of the street, welcome to my block
With all the fathers locked up in penitentiaries
Eyes speak, they're sad, baby girl, my love
Eyes don't lie, but you lie just the same