Paroles et traduction Nicola Siciliano feat. Rocco Hunt & Valerio Nazo - Collera

Collera

Ma che vvuò?
T′aggio dato tutte cose e tu m'hê fatto piglià collera
Si t′aspiette ca je torno in ginocchio alluccanno: "Perdoname"

Sta ferita 'mpietto a mme me fa male comme a che
Ma so' bravo e mo trattengo, sto cu chesta e penso a te
Ca m′hê fatto piglià collera
Ma certe storie nun se scordano

′E sbaglie mieje nun te perdonano, eh
Ricca 'a fore e adinto povera
Stongo aspettanno e si nun tornano
Domandano e risponneno comme chеsta collera
Ca provo tutt"e vote ′o corе mio quando te nommeno
Si stasera nun torna a casa, eh
Fatte bella e po' fa′ 'a brava, eh
Simmo brave e pure ingrate, eh
Essere ′nfame cchiù 'e nu 'nfame
Sulo l′oro e ′e sorde se spenneno
Songo 'e mmane ′e n'ommo ch"e sprecano
Nun tengo problema a te regalà ′o munno
Si tutte 'ste fierre nun servono

Ma che vvuò?
T′aggio dato tutte cose e tu m'hê fatto piglià collera
Si t'aspiette ca je torno in ginocchio alluccanno: "Perdoname" (Yeah)

Sta ferita ′mpietto a mme me fa male comme a che
Ma so′ bravo e mo trattengo, sto cu chesta e penso a te
Ca me fatto piglià collera (Yeah-eh)
Ma certe storie nun se scordano
(Certe storie nun se scordano, uoh)

Fors nun ire pe' me sceng e stasera te scordo
Me bevo ′o bancone d"o bar pe' Napule ′nzieme a Nicola
T"o giuro, te blocco 'a tutt"e parte: Facebook, Instagram e Whatsapp
Nun veco manco cchiù na storia
′O ssaje te cancello pure adinto 'a memoria
Staje nervosa, me dice
"Nun me fido", je sottovoce rispongo: "Fai bbuono"
Pecche l'ammore alla fine t′accide
Puoje sulo scegliere ′a morte migliore
Voglio murì dint'a ll′uocchie tuoje, opere d'arte ′int"o corridoio
Quando con calma me sceto 'e doje, voglio ′e cornette 'ncopp"o vassoio
'A varca a mare passa a la Neran
Scengo a Positano tutto Dolce e Gabbana
Diec′anne in vetta, fra′, nun è furtuna
Me godo a costiera, bevo 'sta Fiorduva
Sogne infrante ′ncapa a 'sti guagliune
Scrivo ancora, nun pozzo deludere
Ehi, prego a Cristo ′e rimanè me stesso, senza eccesse

Ma che vvuò?
T'aggio dato tutte cose e tu m′hê fatto piglià collera
Si t'aspiette ca je torno in ginocchio alluccanno: "Perdoname" (Yeah)

Sta ferita 'mpietto a mme me fa male comme a che
Ma so′ bravo e mo trattengo, sto cu chesta e penso a te
Ca m′hê fatto piglià collera (Yeah-eh)
Ma certe storie nun se scordano
(Certe storie nun se scordano, uoh)

Anger

But what do you want?
I gave you everything and you made me angry
If you expect me to come back on my knees, crying, "Forgive me"

This wound in my chest hurts me like hell
But I'm strong and I'm holding back, I'm with this one and I'm thinking of you
You made me angry
But some stories are not forgotten

And my mistakes don't forgive you, eh
Rich on the outside and poor on the inside
I'm waiting and if they don't come back
They ask and answer like this anger
That I feel every time my heart when I say your name
If she doesn't come home tonight, eh
Get pretty and then be good, eh
We are good and even ungrateful, eh
To be more infamous than an infamous
Only gold and money are spent
They're the hands of a man who wastes them
I have no problem giving you the world
If all these jewels are useless

But what do you want?
I gave you everything and you made me angry
If you expect me to come back on my knees, crying, "Forgive me" (Yeah)

This wound in my chest hurts me like hell
But I'm strong and I'm holding back, I'm with this one and I'm thinking of you
That made me angry (Yeah-eh)
But some stories are not forgotten
(Some stories are not forgotten, uoh)

Maybe I won't go down for you and tonight I'll forget you
I drink the bar counter in Naples together with Nicola
I swear to you, I block you everywhere: Facebook, Instagram and Whatsapp
I don't even see a story anymore
You know I even erase you from my memory
You're nervous, she tells me
"I don't trust", I whisper back: "Be good"
Because love eventually kills you
I can only choose the best death
I want to die in your eyes, works of art in the corridor
When I calmly wake up both of us, I want croissants on the tray
The boat at sea passes by Nerano
I get off in Positano all Dolce & Gabbana
Ten years at the top, bro, it's not luck
I enjoy the Amalfi Coast, I drink this Fiorduva
Shattered dreams happen to these guys
I'm still writing, I can't disappoint
Hey, I pray to Christ to remain myself, without excess

But what do you want?
I gave you everything and you made me angry
If you expect me to come back on my knees, crying, "Forgive me" (Yeah)

This wound in my chest hurts me like hell
But I'm strong and I'm holding back, I'm with this one and I'm thinking of you
That made me angry (Yeah-eh)
But some stories are not forgotten
(Some stories are not forgotten, uoh)