Il Mare - 2008 - Remaster; - Pino Daniele traduction en anglais

Il Mare - 2008 - Remaster;

Io lo conosco? un uomo stanco
C'ha acchiappato sempe cauce pe dinto
'E cianche
Da bambino giocava sopra i marciapiedi
E la gente gli diceva: "UE' LEVATI
DAI PIEDI!"
Adesso ha la tessera del partito
Compra il giornale tutti i giorni
Ma? un uomo finito
La mattina va a strillare al collocamento
Tanto ' o sape ca? vennuto pe poco
E niente.
E il mare il mare
Il mare sta sempe ll?
Tutto spuorco chino 'e munnezza
E nisciuno 'o vo' guard?'
Com'? bello lavorare sulla tangenziale
Con le mani rosse che ti fanno male
E i ricordi che camminano a duciento
All'ora
E ti entrano dentro senza far rumore
Lasciatelo parlare ha tante cose da dire
Ha capito che la lotta non deve finire
Sta alzando le mani verso il sole
In cerca di calore.
E il mare il mare
Il mare sta sempe ll?...
(Grazie ad Antonio per aver corretto questo testo)

The Sea - 2008 - Remaster;

I know him, a tired man
He's always caught in his worries
And the sidewalks
As a child, he played on the sidewalks
And people would tell him, "HEY, GET OUTTA THE"WAY!"Now he has a party membership cardHe buys the newspaper every dayBut he's a broken manIn the morning, he goes to the employment office to screamKnowing that he came for nothingAnd nothing.And the sea, the seaThe sea is still there?All dirty, full of garbageAnd no one wants to look at it?How wonderful to work on the highwayWith red, aching handsAnd memories racing by at two hundredMiles per hourAnd they creep into you without making a soundLet him speak, he has so much to sayHe's realized that the struggle must not endHe's raising his hands to the sunIn search of warmth.And the sea, the seaThe sea is still there...(Thanks to Antonio for correcting this lyrics)
WAY!"
Now he has a party membership card
He buys the newspaper every day
But he's a broken man
In the morning, he goes to the employment office to scream
Knowing that he came for nothing
And nothing.
And the sea, the sea
The sea is still there?
All dirty, full of garbage
And no one wants to look at it?
How wonderful to work on the highway
With red, aching hands
And memories racing by at two hundred
Miles per hour
And they creep into you without making a sound
Let him speak, he has so much to say
He's realized that the struggle must not end
He's raising his hands to the sun
In search of warmth.
And the sea, the sea
The sea is still there...
(Thanks to Antonio for correcting this lyrics)