Paroles et traduction Fiorella Mannoia feat. Antonio Carluccio - Creature (with Antonio Carluccio) - Bonus Track

Creature (with Antonio Carluccio) - Bonus Track

Creature
Figl e' na' mamma martire
Ca sè chiagne nu' marit
Muort accis a o' carcerà

Creature
Orfan e' Stat
Ca sè ne fuia rind a' scol
Cresc mienz a' na' vi ittat

Creature
Cu' tanta raggió n'corp e cu' na pistola n'man
Creature
Ca s'hann imparat'ass a rubbà
Tutt chell'ca' nun g'at dat

Creature
Crisciut a pan e paur
E p' c' fa perdunà
A diesc'ann c'hann mis nu' motorin n'man
Creature
Appis a nu' canciell
Aspettann nu' colloquj
Sott e' mmur e' Pucerial

Creature
Ca s'hann vists accír
Ca s'accirn frat e frat
Creature
Ca s'hann imparat'ass a rubbà
Tutt chell'ca' nun g'at dat

Sang, sang, ve sucat tutt'o' sang
Gente, gente, ve scurdat e'chesta gente
Spar, spar, non n' siend chisti spar
Mamm, mamm, stai chiagnenn n'ata mamma
Fott, fott, o'Stat fott e s'n'fott
Nott, nott, sta' passann n'ata nott
Pann, pann, semb stis chisti pann
Rid, chiagn, cur rid e 'cca sè chiagn

Creature
Cu' tanta raggió n'corp
E cu' na pistola n'man
Creature
Cu' tanta raggió n'corp
E cu' na pistola n'man

Creature
Ca s'fann e mural
Un cu' n'at
A bott e' cocain e Camorr n'gap
Creature
Figl'e'na terra ner'
Abbandunat sott'o'sol
Rind' e'man e' ll' avvocat

Creature
Ca vonn' esser uommn
Spietat e rispettat

Sang, sang, ve sucat tutt'o' sang
Gente, gente, ve scurdat e'chesta gente
Spar, spar, non n' siend chisti spar
Mamm, mamm, stai chiagnenn n'ata mamma
Fott, fott, o'Stat fott e s'n'fott
Nott, nott, sta' passann n'ata nott
Pann, pann, semb stis chisti pann
Rid, chiagn, cur rid e 'cca sè chiagn

Creature
Cu' tanta raggió n'corp
E cu' na pistola n'man
Creature
Ca senz e'llo sapè
Stann'facenn a fin ro'pat

Creature (with Antonio Carluccio) - Bonus Track

Little Ones
Son of a martyr mother,
Whose husband died in prison.
He was killed in the jail.

Little Ones
Orphaned by the State,
Running away from school,
Growing up in the slums.

Little Ones
So much anger in your hearts, and a gun in your hands.
Little Ones
You've learned how to steal,
All that you've been denied.

Little Ones
Raised on bread and fear,
To make you forget,
They've put a motor scooter in your hands at the age of ten.
Little Ones
Leaning against a fence,
Waiting for a visit,
Under the walls of the juvenile prison.

Little Ones
You've seen the killings,
You've seen brothers killing brothers.
Little Ones
You've learned how to steal,
All that you've been denied.

Blood, blood, they suck all your blood,
People, people, you forget these people.
Shoot, shoot, I don't hear these shots.
Mother, mother, you're mourning another mother.
Fuck, fuck, the state fucks and doesn't care.
Night, night, another night is passing.
Bread, bread, always the same bread.
Laugh, cry, now laugh and now you cry.

Little Ones
So much anger in your hearts,
And a gun in your hands.
Little Ones
So much anger in your hearts,
And a gun in your hands.

Little Ones
You paint murals,
One with another,
Doing lines of cocaine and the Camorra is watching.
Little Ones
Children of a dark land,
Abandoned under the sun,
In the hands of the lawyers.

Little Ones
Who want to be men,
Ruthless and respected.

Blood, blood, they suck all your blood,
People, people, you forget these people.
Shoot, shoot, I don't hear these shots.
Mother, mother, you're mourning another mother.
Fuck, fuck, the state fucks and doesn't care.
Night, night, another night is passing.
Bread, bread, always the same bread.
Laugh, cry, now laugh and now you cry.

Little Ones
So much anger in your hearts,
And a gun in your hands.
Little Ones
Without knowing it,
You're taking the place of your father.