Niko Pandetta feat. Peppe Soks - Revenge (Feat. Peppe Soks) - traduction des paroles en anglais

Paroles et traduction Niko Pandetta feat. Peppe Soks - Revenge (Feat. Peppe Soks)




Revenge (Feat. Peppe Soks)
Revenge (Feat. Peppe Soks)
Mamma chiagneva e nott pe′ nun se fa verè
Mamma be crying every night and has stopped showing her face
C'accatt una casa a tre piani per l′a consolà
I buy her a three-story house to try and console her
nun tenev nient, tenev sul a me
If she didn't have anything, she still had me
E mo che o' pozz fa c'accat a felicità
And now I can buy her happiness
Cullan gruoss ′ncuollo sul pe′ dimostrà
I put an enormous chain around my neck to prove
A chi nun ce credeva ed era buon solo a parlà
To those who didn't believe in me and liked to gossip
Prima stevm stritt c"e cumpagn int'o rion
We used to hang out with our friends in the neighborhood
Mo′ scend loc ossaij c song o cap e tutt a zon
Now I drive around the neighborhood and everybody knows my name
Mo' si chiov, chiovn e denar
Now it's raining, raining money
Fendi, Gucci ′na vot a semman
Fendi, Gucci once a week
Però l'ossaij l′agg pagat car
But I paid dearly for this money
Tatuagg e sang dint e man
Tattoos and blood on my hands
Pur si nun m'è mancat o' pan
Even if I've never been hungry
Mo′ sto ′nsiem a Peppe a riv e mar
Now I'm with Peppe enjoying the view
Giuro nun m'è mai passat a famm
I swear I've never been hungry
Parl poco però patt chiar
I don't talk much, but I speak clearly
Duje cumpagn rint a piazz n′accus e tnè
Two friends in the square with nothing on them
E nisciun e tutt e duje tnev mang n'eur
And neither one had a Euro
Pcché a nuje si c′ha salvat sul a music
Because music is the only thing that saved us
Facimm e sord frat fammoc a chi giudic
Let's make money, bro, so we can prove ourselves to those who judged us
Ngopp a na motociclett pe vic e catanj
On a motorbike through the streets of Catania
E uaglion re balcun allucn ti am
The guys on the balconies shout "We love you"
E pe sacc chin d'erv a mamm chied scus
And I apologize to my mother for the bag of weed
Si p tutt e tarantell fatt da muccus
For all the tarantellas I danced when I was a kid
Ngopp e motorin sti uagliun senza chance
On the mopeds, these guys have no chance
Che fierr ind e giacc, nfacc e passamuntagn
With knives in their jackets and bandanas on their faces
Mand e sold e carcerat proprj comm è clan
They send money to the prisoners, just like a clan
Tnimm chiu famm
We're really hungry now
Saliern e catanj fra oramaj nu patt e sang
We're driving all over Catania, it's a pact of blood
Mo′ si chiov, chiovn e denar
Now it's raining, raining money
Fendi, Gucci 'na vot a semman
Fendi, Gucci once a week
Però l'ossaij l′agg pagat car
But I paid dearly for this money
Tatuagg e sang dint e man
Tattoos and blood on my hands
Pur si nun m′è mancat o' pan
Even if I've never been hungry
Mo′ sto 'nsiem a Peppe a riv e mar
Now I'm with Peppe enjoying the view
Giuro nun m′è mai passat a famm
I swear I've never been hungry
Parl poco però patt chiar
I don't talk much, but I speak clearly
Pur si nun m'è mancat o′ pan
Even if I've never been hungry
Mo' sto 'nsiem a Peppe a riv e mar
Now I'm with Peppe enjoying the view
Giuro nun m′è mai passat a famm
I swear I've never been hungry
Parl poco però patt chiar
I don't talk much, but I speak clearly





Writer(s): Giuseppe Giocondo, Vincenzo Pandetta


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