Paroles et traduction Nicola Siciliano - Auschwitz

Auschwitz

E nemic nun e teng stann chius la
Stann chius nda na gabbij senza ce pensa
Colombiano sonn a cas nderr Bogotà
Di certo nun facc cos ca nun se ponn fa
Magn che buciard a tavl so a vrità
Cagn umor nziem a chi scegl e s'annammurà
L'idee mi l'agg crisciut comm e figl a cas
Puntacan madre puta facc ratata

Poster ca faccia mi
Aizz e livell comm e Shaquille O'Neall
Bianc e capill
Stamm ndo street
Senza sta stritt
Spij nat Aushwitz

Ioc a nintendo rind a cucin
Nun saje che intendo si nun te avvicin
Vonn fa gang o stamm a snti
Vogl o proggett ra villa mi
Rind a stu bando nun ce vogl trasi
Ball o' Sarracin pecche a città mi
Rim nde pizz
Pizz nde rim
Berrett nda l'inguin inquin a Siri

Ehy Siri
Rimm quant simm rint city
Vini teng tatuat duje Vinili
Ridi par ca nuje simme sconosciut e shawtyyy
Iengo tutt e stadi
Ropp natu scali
Song o general general comm e Stalin
Siciliano Sicily cu Mari
Esport sti piezz comm'e l'aria
Studia a storia mi che e na poesia
Muovete nun vogl chiu' muri
Simm giovanott
A Roma nu pischell
Vulev fa l'astrolg ma po agg fatt o Rap

Accord a chitarr pecche' so brav
Son a batteri pecche' so brav
Scriv rim caramell ca bav
Fann a bav
Ric fa attenzion ma si brav
No nun m'interess si so brav
A me m'interess si ma cav
Attacc e cap
Crer evangelist e cristian
Ave Maria spartimm a patrij
Rimm chi sit v ric chi simm
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Auschwitz

And you know, they are keeping them locked up
They're locked up in a cage without thinking
I'm Colombian, home in Bogotá
I surely don't do things that can't be done
Eat those lies at the table, that's the truth
I have a nasty sense of humor with those who choose and fall in love
I grew up with those ideas, like children at home
I'm a jerk, mother, bitch, I'm a rat

Poster that faces me
Raise and level like Shaquille O'Neall
White and hair
We are in the street
Without this street
Spij born Aushwitz

I play Nintendo by the kitchen
You don't know what I mean if you don't get closer
We want to do a gang or we are listening
I want the villa project, my
I don't want to go into this band
I dance to the Sarracin because my city
I'm in a pizza
Pizza in me
Hat in the groin, pollution in Syria

Hey Siri
Remember how much we are in the city
Come, I have two vinyls tattooed
Laugh as if we are unknown to you shawtyyy
I have all the stadiums
Born broken, scales
I am the general, general, like Stalin
Sicilian Sicily with the Sea
Export these pieces like air
Study my history, which is poetry
Move, I don't want more walls
We're young
In Rome, a little fish
I wanted to be an astrologer, but then I made rap

Guitar chord because I'm good
I'm the battery because I'm good
I write candy rhymes that slobber
They drool
Ric pay attention, but if you're good
No, I don't care if you're good
I care if I take out
Attack the cap
Create evangelists and Christians
Ave Maria, let's divide the country
Remember who you are, remember who we are
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