Paroles et traduction Cosang feat. Fuossera - Poesia Cruda

Poesia Cruda

Qual è ′o limit ch'divid
Marianell co′ Piscinl?
Scimmj n'copp 'e tub
Simil ′o mod ′e fà 'e furt
"Sta vota è l′ultim" c'ric ′o giudic
Ma appen esc squagl 'a cart
Svacant appartament san
Succer chesto ′a nord 'e Napule
S'trasferisc int ′e residenzial chi capisc
Materass, fiet ′e pisc
M'arritir nun c′stà spazio
Luca chiur 'o lucchett e miett pericol int ′e cunt
Nun sai a chi incuntr
T'inform quanne scenni a Londra ′a Caprichin
Vonno stà contr
Strett co' chi dic je
Peppe, O'Iank, Ciccio, Paolo e Junior
Chesta è l′union
L′Italia gode n'copp ′o suon 'e n′episodij nuov
Eh sì
Poesij benericiut ra bon anim
Rateci 'a forz pecchè simm
Fragil e fradic
Mascher ch′annascunnen lacrim uman
Raccont 'e pensier pesant sicond

T'ric Antò chesto è stil mij e tu o′ssaje bon
Tornanno aret quanne ′o rap era o'ver
Je teng ancor mmano chella penna addò ancor je sper
′A music, quanne 'e debolezz piglian per
Cramp n′capa quanne na femmna manc
Quanne nu fierro t'fa scenner ra machin
Je pens a mme
Co′ crocifiss n'canna
Ch'm′ripar ra affann ′e st'anema dannat
′O rap comm document
L'odio comm megl′sentiment
Senz pentiment e fà 'e bucchin ′e benpensant
Sta robba segna arint comm 'o disc re Co' Sang
Fuossera so ′e cumpagn, ′o rion è sfonn ro quadr
Passanno ll'ore a parlà re guardij
Cà abbasc po′ 'e sciem s′fann accirer ppe 'e femmene
Je m′chir int 'a music comm foss terapij
Ammor a primma vist je e 'sta poesij

′Sto ffuoco s′avvicin semp chiù a 'e facc
Volan ′e scard e v'appicciat
S′fann mal vonno fà 'e tuos ma scrivon robba banal
Sò penzier ca scamazzan
Veco facc tagliat e aneme segnat
Costantement saglieno ′e vigil, ment squagliat
Piscinl, bloccat int 'o sistem
Cà 'a terr tremm tutt ′e juorni, spall ch′s'toccan incroc ll′uocchie
'A gent s′aggruppan
Fuossera e Co' Sang ′sti carni parlan, 'a chiesa nun accett
In Nigeria l'AIDS ′e pigl pe piett
Pochi anni ′e vit e int'a nient carono
′A 'e part nuostr cumbattn
Pe na mappat ′e fogl 'e cart e quattr piezz ′e ferr
Nome e cognome 'ncopp 'e manifest co′ nu sciuscio ′e vient
Caric 'a penn Luchè
Concett ′e chiumm coglion 'e strisc
Fasc ′e luc 'e ′ste stell che ancor vivn
L'asfalt voll sott 'e rot, ′e pols s′abbrucian
'E regist ′e sta pellicol nun s'ferman
Magnan e fottn senza scrupl
Ma quanno schiattn?

Rit.
E′ poesia cruda
Paura int'a l′uommn criatur
Mett l'anema int'e disc pecchè hai vist
Iuorni comm a chist arò nient è sicur
Na femmena magn e giur e viv int′e suonn
′E n'omm ca nun l′ha mai toccat
Manc quanno è iuorno
Venimm arò s'chiagne e l′aria fiet 'e sang
E nient cagn
L′affett è na conquist pe chi è figl 'e nisciun
Nun esist mur ch'chiur ′sta poesia cruda

′O consumism consum tutt'e forz
S′fann 'e cors p′esser 'e primm
S′cresc sotto 'o pregiudizij
'E giurnalist scrivn ′o favz pe ′e giuvan 'ncopp ′e rivist
List 'e strunzat rint ′e palinsest arrivan 'a destr e sinistr
Piscinl, nun è tutt sbagliat
Arraggiun
Pigliamm ′o megl 'a int'o pegg
Lontan re vizij s′sur
′A legg nun se ne cur
Pigl na segg e dimm ch'hai vist
Avessa purtà giustizij ma sì ′o primm a fà merd
Je nun generalizz ma spiss m'perd
E nient c′capisc
Mischianno bene e mmale producimm 2 disc
Rischi e paur int'e parol crude ′e chist'omm
'A cronoc ′e tutt ′e iuorni romp 'o stommac
Pur se allung ′e mane p'tuccà ′a forun
Femmene annur vonno 'e sord e no l′uommn
Merdill 'ncopp 'o Vommr a fà ′e strad
A 13 anni ′o munn è lloro
Mo l'euro cost chiù ro dollr e sta ′a famm a ll'uocchie

Già s′sent addor 'e l′aria
Nu specchij 'e luc 'nfacc ′o mur arò ′a sentenz car
Luntan nun s'guard
Nun è chiar
Addò ′o scenarij varia int'a n′istant
Na strett 'e man vacant c′ha acummannat 'o munn
Addò 'e nennelle fottn pe robba bianca e fumm
Veco sol facc stanc
E mentr ll′uocchie chiagnan lacrim e sang
Storij pesant e dò ner chiù scur
Danno spunt ′e disappunt e POESIA CRUDA
Cart stampat fann 'o grig ′e culur c'ammir
′O russ n'facc ′e che coltiv e vott bott sott 'o nir
Semp chiù rar
Chi sent a chi ha guardat int'a nu fierr ′o mar
Sa che ′o munn è fetent
Tent 'o lamient e chi nun ′o sent care
Vuttanno annanz 'a stiml fott je chi fott siml
Eter e effimr p′o minim crirm
Fierr e tarantell sfonnan 'e cervell
Piscinl, marchiat a fuoc ′ncopp 'a pell

Rit.

Raw Poetry

What is the limit that divides
Marianell with Piscinl?
Monkeys on the pipes
Similar to the way they steal
"This time is the last" the judge claims
But as soon as the card melts
They empty holy apartments
This thing happens north of Naples
They move into residences that understand
Mattresses, smell of fish
There's no space for me to retire
Luca closes the lock and puts danger in the accounts
You don't know who you meet
I'll tell you when you go down to London at Capricorn
They want to be against
Tight with those who say yes
Peppe, O'Iank, Ciccio, Paolo, and Junior
This is the union
Italy enjoys the sound of a new episode
Eh yes
Poetry blessed by good souls
Give us strength because we are
Fragile and wet
Masks that hide human tears
Tales of heavy thoughts for seconds

You remember Antò, this is my style and you know it well
Going back to when rap was the truth
I still hold that pen where I still hope
Music, when weaknesses take over
Cramps in the head when a woman is missing
When a gun makes you get out of the car
I think of myself
With the crucifix in the barrel
That protects me from the anxieties of this damned soul
Rap as a document
Hate as the best feeling
Without repentance and making the righteous talk
This stuff marks inside like Co' Sang's record
Fuossera are the companions, the neighborhood is the background of the painting
Spending hours talking about guards
Downstairs, under the shadows, they make fun of women
I look for myself in music as if it were therapy
Love at first sight, me and this poetry

This fire is getting closer and closer to the faces
Shards fly and set you on fire
They try to be tough but write banal stuff
Thoughts that go crazy
I see cut faces and marked souls
Constantly climbing the watchtowers, disturbed minds
Piscinl, stuck in the system
Where the earth trembles every day, shoulders touching, eyes crossing
People gather
Fuossera and Co' Sang, these flesh speak, the church doesn't accept
In Nigeria, AIDS is taken by the chest
A few years of life and they disappear into nothing
On our side, we fight
For a pile of paper and a few pieces of iron
Name and surname on the manifesto with a gust of wind
Load the pen, Luchè
Lead concepts, stupid strips
Bundles of light from these stars that still live
The asphalt wants to be under the wheels, the dust burns
The reels of this film don't stop
They eat and fuck without scruples
But when will they die?

Rit.
It's raw poetry
Fear in the human creature
I put my soul into the records because you have seen
Days like this, nothing is certain
A woman eats and swears and lives in the sounds
And a man who has never touched her
Missing when it's daytime
We will come, then we will cry and the air will smell of blood
And nothing changes
Affection is a conquest for those who are children of no one
There is no wall that can close this raw poetry

Consumerism consumes all strength
They compete to be the first
Growing under prejudice
Journalists write the favor for the youth in magazines
Lists of fools on talk shows arrive left and right
Piscinl, it's not all wrong
You're right
Let's take the best from the worst
Far from vices, we are born
The law doesn't care
Take a seat and tell me what you've seen
You should bring justice but you're the first to screw up
I don't generalize but I often lose myself
And no one understands
Mixing good and evil we produce 2 records
Risks and fears in the raw words of this man
The daily chronicle breaks the stomach
Even if I reach out to touch the wound
Honorable women want money and not the man
Shit on Vomero making the streets
At 13, the world is theirs
Now the euro costs more than the dollar and hunger stares us in the eyes

You can already smell it in the air
A mirror of light in front of the wall, the sentence will be expensive
We don't look far away
It's not clear
Where the scenario changes in an instant
An empty handshake that commanded the world
Where the girls fuck for white stuff and smoke
I only see tired faces
And while eyes cry tears and blood
Heavy stories and darker pain
They give rise to disappointments and RAW POETRY
Printed cards make the gray of the color we admire
The red on the face of those who cultivate and empty bottles under the black
Increasingly rare
Those who listen to those who have looked into a steel sea
They know that the world is rotten
Try to complain and those who don't hear it, dear
Stimulating forward, I fuck whoever fucks like me
Other and ephemeral for the minimal crime
Iron and tarantulas break through brains
Piscinl, branded with fire on the skin

Rit.