Paroles et traduction Nino D'Angelo - 'Mmiezz' 'A Via

'Mmiezz' 'A Via

Ce sta ′na strada senza età
Addo te 'mpare senza scola
E se cunsuma ′a libertà
'E sti guagliune ca so' sule
E se nventano ′o giurnale
Ca se venne all′autostrade
'O blue jeans americano
Fatt′ a portacapuana

'Mmieza via
E vennene ogni cosa ′mmiez'a via
′Mmieza via
'A casa 'e sti guagliune è ′mmiez′a via
E songhe figlie ca si giurano a mammà
Puo' sta sicuro t′hanno ditto 'a verità
E s′accuntentano 'e nu poco ′e chistu ppoco
Pe nu juorno senza vita
'Mmieza via

E s'aiutano
So tutti cumpagnielle ′mmieza via
′Mmieza via
Chi sà chi l'ha lasciate
′Mmieza via

E quanta voglia 'e faticà
Si legge ′nfaccia a sti guagliune
Perdeno a voce pealluccà
Ma nunne sente maie nisciuno
'Mmiezo viento, sotta pioggia
Nun se perdeno ′e curaggio
E se 'nventano 'o destino
Pe′ abbuscà ′na mille lire

E s'aiutano
′Mmieza via
S'assettano pe terra ′mmieza via
E se 'ncontrano
′Mmiez'a via
E aspettano Natale 'mmieza via
′E ttruove fore e dinto core da città
Tornano a casa sule pe′ s'arrepusà
Spezzeno ′e suonne e dinta luce 'e n′ato juorno
'A Aadonna l′accumpagna

E ritornano
'Mmieza via
E tornano cuntente 'mmieza via
′Mmieza via
Addo se ferma ′o tiempe
'Mmiez′ 'a via

'Mmiezz' 'A Via

There's a street without age
Where you learn without school
And where freedom is consumed
These lonely boys
And they invent the newspaper
That is sold on the highways
American blue jeans
Made at Porta Capuana

In the middle of the street
And they sell everything in the middle of the street
In the middle of the street
The home of these boys is in the middle of the street
And there are daughters who swear to their mothers
You can be sure they told you the truth
And they are content with a little of this little
For a day without life
In the middle of the street

And they help each other
They are all companions in the middle of the street
In the middle of the street
Who knows who left them
In the middle of the street

And how much desire to work
You can read it on the faces of these boys
They lose their voices shouting
But no one ever listens
In the wind, in the rain
They don't lose courage
And they invent their destiny
To earn a thousand lire

And they help each other
In the middle of the street
They sit on the ground in the middle of the street
And they meet
In the middle of the street
And they wait for Christmas in the middle of the street
And you find them outside and inside the heart of the city
They return home alone to rest
They break their dreams and into the light of another day
The Madonna accompanies them

And they return
In the middle of the street
And they return happy in the middle of the street
In the middle of the street
Where time stands still
In the middle of the street