Paroles et traduction Clementino feat. Op.Rot - L'Oro Di Napoli

L'Oro Di Napoli

L'oro 'e Napule sta ancora mmiez 'a vij
Sott all'uocchie 'e chi ancora adda capì
Ca s'ammisca dint'o sang, frà, è na malatij
Tra sti prete e chesti note tutt'a storia mij scriv' rime r'o casell frà comm a vicienz
Stu cor cacc fum fra ca me par l'incens
Pur senza l'alber vir ca sta l'ncendio
E o politic parl si manc va ricenn
E o stival c'ha spustat tutt o baricentr
Tutt e fabbric ca mo so pront o falliment
Je nun m'addivert
Vec tanti scempi
Quann stev ch'e pazziell eran ati tiemp
A terr chiagne comm rice fratm a tant ann
L'abusiv venc semp e buon ca e scartamm
Stamm comm a sfravecatur già ra natur
Sicur e tutt sti pret misur sta caratur
L'or e napl sta miez a vij
Tra nu bancon e n'at ro mercat si nun ce staje nun può capì
E nun è stat colpa mij
Si 'o stat ca c'ha abbandunat
E a stessa music riesc a mpazzì
L'oro 'e Napule sta ancora mmiez 'a vij
Sott all'uocchie 'e chi ancora adda capì
Ca s'ammisca dint'o sang, frà, è na malatij
Tra sti prete e chesti note tutt'a storia mij dduje cafune r'e pais
Scis p'e mure surann sett cammis nd'a durece mis
Pe sott a cient rignant
Cu l'accent ignorant
Ogni parol ten na storia a se stante
E n'anema tant
Frances, turc, spagnol
Cultur ca è ricchezz e no o disprezz e chi parl sol re sol
è facile e conviene ca nun te succer nient almen ca nun tien a facc e scem
Te cerc e problem
Addo a gent s'annammor e na canzon
Sape comm funzion senza ghì a scol
Figl e nu ciel azzurr
Si tien p'o gran tour
Spienn poc magn buon e t'arregal n'emozion
E nun t'a scuord pecchè nun è o panorama
N'articl e giurnal e ben carnal
Lassatm cantà si no sto mal
E luc araprn riman comm a na stella diana
'O miez juorn e l'italia
Se stenn o mesal
Stamm sempre contr a chi frà mo mantene o pugnal
E rest ancor r'a part
E chi nun ten o pan
E chest è over l'or e napl meridional
L'oro 'e Napule sta ancora mmiez 'a vij
Sott all'uocchie 'e chi ancora adda capì
Ca s'ammisca dint'o sang, frà, è na malatij
Tra sti prete e chesti note tutt'a storia mij

The Gold of Naples

The gold of Naples, darling, still lies in the streets
Hidden from the eyes of those who have yet to understand
That it mixes within the blood, my love, like a disease
Between these priests and these melodies, my whole story, I write rhymes from the block, honey, like Vincenzo
This heart smokes like incense
Even without the green tree that's on fire
And the politician speaks even if he goes around begging
And the boot that has shifted the whole center of gravity
All the buildings now ready to fail
I don't have fun
I've seen so many fools
When I was with the crazy ones, those were different times
The earth cries like it's receiving my brother after so many years
The abusive always win and the good are discarded
We are like defaced by nature
Sure of all these false measurements, this character
The gold of Naples is in the streets
Between a stall and another of the market, if you're not there, you can't understand
And it wasn't my fault
If the state abandoned it
And the same music manages to drive you crazy
The gold of Naples, darling, still lies in the streets
Hidden from the eyes of those who have yet to understand
That it mixes within the blood, my love, like a disease
Between these priests and these melodies, my whole story, two peasants from the village
You know, on the walls they sweated seven shirts in a hard month
Under a hundred kings
With the ignorant accent
Every word holds a story of its own
And a soul so big
French, Turkish, Spanish
A culture that is richness, not the contempt of those who only speak of the sun
It's easy and convenient, nothing happens to you, at least if you don't have the face of a fool
You look for trouble
Here people fall in love with a song
They know how it works without going to school
Son of a blue sky
If you're up for the grand tour
We explain little, eat well, and give you an emotion
And you won't forget it because it's not the panorama
An article in a newspaper, but something carnal
Let me sing, otherwise I feel bad
And the lights will stay on like a morning star
The midday of Italy
The table is set
We are always against those who, my love, now hold the dagger
And still remain apart
From those who have no bread
And this is, above all, the gold of the southern Naples
The gold of Naples, darling, still lies in the streets
Hidden from the eyes of those who have yet to understand
That it mixes within the blood, my love, like a disease
Between these priests and these melodies, my whole story