Paroles et traduction Co'Sang - Raggia e tarantelle

Raggia e tarantelle

Quanne l'hai pers piens ch' 'o vuot pes
L'andat è long ma 'o ritorn car n'cuoll e l'oro è povere
E vote 'e lacrim t'abbrucian e tu strign ancor
S'lascian scenner 'a for e po' s'allongn ll'ore
Sient arint 'o rummore 'e chi ha lasciat 'a scol e pens
Ch' 'a strada è appartenenz e l'hashish lasc na bell essenz
Je tras int 'o iuoco e pens semp
Ch' 'a raggia vale chiù 'e na femmen e chiù d"o silenz
E mo sò stanc 'e fuij
Uommn affonnano 'a vita, 'e guard fiss fiss
Sò chiù luonghe se stiss
Je creo 'e cris, l'odio addò s'è mis?
'A raggia sal e squagl pur chi nun chiagne
E mo simm uocchie co' fuoc int 'e man, mor alluccanno
Destin vuttat n'miez a via comm a nu can
Je nun m'vend mai e mai aggio parlat a vient
Luca è partut e mo, e mo nun s'ferm chiù
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
Regnen 'o club, rappan 'a mmerd e già sò pront
E ij se nun 'e dong e nun m'impong, comm ll' sfondo?
Pensan ch'è nu iuoco, music ch'cost poc, 'a raggi rint 'e rim
Arraggiunamm poc, simm 'e loc
Arò a diec ann sì currier 'e drog
Mentr m'intron piens "è troppo", pò 'e parol 'e trov
Simm 'a prov ch'tutt chello ch's'mov è fiss
Napule è cocente 'e 416 bis
E s'dic russ 'o color è chill
N'aniell n'copp 'o dit brill e conta n'ati 1000
Ma n'miez 'a via co' 'e stess can
'E stess pann 'e na semman
Caron 'e capill e vir chi rimman
Pe nui è nurmal ca l'amore è 'radic d"o mal
A nott chiamm 'e bott
Chi ten famm n'cuoll a chi duorm n'copp 'e sord
Je sbatt 'e port n'facc a chi nun parl truopp fort
E rispett a chi nun s'scord
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
Es mi destino morir en la calle como un perro (Raggia e tarantelle)
È 'a robba o'ver, raggia e tarantell
Chella ch't'fà caccià 'o curtiell int 'o burdell
Sì pregiudicat o ncensurat nun ha importanz
'E guaglion 'o vonn semp, nun è mai abbastanz
È 'a robba o'ver, raggia e tarantell
Chella ch't'fà caccià 'o curtiell int 'o burdell
Sì pregiudicat o ncensurat nun ha importanz
'E guaglion 'o vonn semp, nun è mai abbastanz
Raggia e tarantelle
Raggia e tarantelle
Raggia e tarantelle
Raggia e tarantelle
Raggia e tarantelle, stai pront cu fucile a pomp
Nguoll a chi vo' offendere stu genere
Co'Sang, 2005

Rage and Tarantellas

When you lose her, you feel the emptiness weigh
The way out is long, but the return costs a neck, and gold is poor
And sometimes tears burn you, and you still clench
They let the strength ebb away, and then the hours stretch
I hear the noise of those who have left school and think
That the street is belonging, and hashish leaves a beautiful essence
I throw myself into the game and always think
That rage is worth more than a woman and more than silence
And now I'm tired of running away
Men sink their lives, staring fixedly
They are further away than themselves
I create screams, where has the hatred gone?
The rage rises and melts even those who don't cry
And now we are eyes with fire in our hands, dying while killing
Destinies thrown away like a dog
I never sold myself and I never spoke to the wind
Luca has left and now, and now it doesn't stop anymore
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
They reign the club, rap about shit, and I'm already ready
And if I don't give them and I don't impose myself, how can I be the background?
They think it's a game, music that costs little, the rage within the rhymes
We reason little, we are crazy
At ten years old, I was already a drug courier
While I get high, I think "it's too much", then I find the words
We are the proof that everything that moves is fixed
Naples is burning with the 416 bis
And they say red is the color
A ring on the finger shines and counts another 1000
But in the middle of the road with the same dogs
The same clothes for a week
They cut their hair and see who remains
For us it's normal that love is the root of evil
At night we call the bottles
Who is hungry steals from those who sleep on money
I slam doors in the face of those who don't speak too loud
And respect to those who don't forget
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
It's my destiny to die in the street like a dog (Rage and Tarantellas)
It's the real thing, rage and tarantellas
That which makes you pull out the knife in the brothel
Whether prejudiced or uncensored, it doesn't matter
The boys always want it, it's never enough
It's the real thing, rage and tarantellas
That which makes you pull out the knife in the brothel
Whether prejudiced or uncensored, it doesn't matter
The boys always want it, it's never enough
Rage and Tarantellas
Rage and Tarantellas
Rage and Tarantellas
Rage and Tarantellas
Rage and Tarantellas, be ready with the pump shotgun
Swallow those who want to offend this genre
Co'Sang, 2005