Paroles et traduction Sud Sound System - Man in pasta

Man in pasta

O sine moi
Ei tie, signor mani in pasta
Nu te binchi mai, tie nu dici mai basta
Ingordu tie, signor mani in pasta
Comu nu petrusinu stai in ogne menesca.
Parlu cu tie, moi
Signor mani in pasta
Se c'è nu taulu prontu si lu primu ca se setta.
Ei tie, signor mani in pasta
Signor mani in pasta.
Parlu de gente senza scrupoli
Ca all'avidità nu minte limiti
Ca pe lu guadagnu face crimini
Sulu alla rovina suntu utili.
Quisti se difendenu l'onore
Seminandu scompigliu e terrore
Guai a ci se permette cu ni tocca l'interessi
Se ci provi picca picca
De stu mundu tie te ndiessi.
Pe curpa loru se nc'ete sempre guerre
Parlanu perché è quiddhru ca ni serve
Cussì poi scundenu tutte le menzogne
Te nu sistema suca sangu e prepotente
Ca nu pensa mai allu bene de la gente
Fa che se arricchisce puru su lu chiu pezzente
Ca ole nu populu poveru e ignorante
Schiavu de iddhri dipendente.
Ei tie, signor mani in pasta
Nu te binchi mai, tie nu dici mai basta
Ingordu tie, signor mani in pasta
Comu nu petrusinu stai in ogne menesca.
Parlu cu tie, moi
Signor mani in pasta
Se c'è nu taulu prontu si lu primu ca se setta.
Ei tie, signor mani in pasta
Puru gli figli toi se era pe tie mintì all'asta.
Futtite li sordi signor capitalista
Puru tie politicu ca rraffi pe la casta
E tie funzionariu cu li sordi intra la busta
Quiddhri ca t'ha dati lu patrunu de l'industria.
E tie banchiere dimme ce me resta
De paru allu governu te faci la crista
Pe nui la vita rimane sempre tosta
Chiedini a nu poveru la vita quantu costa
Chiedini a na mamma
Ca crisce la famiglia
E puru a nu piccinnu
Ca ole criscie buenu
Chiedi a n'operaiu
Ca tene na fatia
E a nu disoccupatu
Ca nu l'ha mai truata
Chiedini a na mamma
Ca crisce la famiglia
E puru a nu piccinnu
Ca ole criscie buenu
Chiedi a n'operaiu
Ca tene na fatia
E a nu disoccupatu.
L'avidità pe lu potere te rende sulu nu crudele
Senza umanità e ne pietà intra lu core
Prontu a eliminare chiunque te ete ostile
Finchè nu dienti nu veru criminale.
Quista ete gente senza scrupoli
Ca all'avidità nu minte limiti
Ca pe lu guadagnu face crimini
Sulu alla rovina suntu utili.
Ei
Signor mani in pasta
Signor mani in pasta.

Hands in the Dough

Oh my dear
Hey you, Mr. Hands in the Dough
You never back down, you never say enough
Greedy you are, Mr. Hands in the Dough
Like parsley, you're in every dish.
I'm talking to you, dear
Mr. Hands in the Dough
If there's a table set, you're the first one to sit down.
Hey you, Mr. Hands in the Dough
Mr. Hands in the Dough.
I'm talking about people without scruples
Who place no limits on their greed
Who commit crimes for profit
Useful only for ruin.
These people defend their honor
Sowing disorder and terror
Woe to those who dare touch their interests
If you try even a little
From this world you'll disappear.
Because of them there are always wars
They talk because that's what we need
So they can hide all their lies
Of a system that sucks blood and is oppressive
That never thinks about the good of the people
It makes sure that even the poorest get richer
Who want a poor and ignorant population
Slaves to them, dependent.
Hey you, Mr. Hands in the Dough
You never back down, you never say enough
Greedy you are, Mr. Hands in the Dough
Like parsley, you're in every dish.
I'm talking to you, dear
Mr. Hands in the Dough
If there's a table set, you're the first one to sit down.
Hey you, Mr. Hands in the Dough
Even your own children, you'd put them up for auction.
Fuck you and your money, Mr. Capitalist
And you too, politician, who steals for the caste
And you, official, with the money in the envelope
The one that the industry boss gave you.
And you, banker, tell me what I have left
You seem to be making a killing off the government
For us, life remains always tough
Ask a poor person how much life costs
Ask a mother
Who raises a family
And also a child
Who wants to grow up good
Ask a worker
Who has a job
And an unemployed person
Who has never found one
Ask a mother
Who raises a family
And also a child
Who wants to grow up good
Ask a worker
Who has a job
And an unemployed person.
Greed for power only makes you cruel
Without humanity or pity in your heart
Ready to eliminate anyone who opposes you
Until you become a true criminal.
These are people without scruples
Who place no limits on their greed
Who commit crimes for profit
Useful only for ruin.
Hey
Mr. Hands in the Dough
Mr. Hands in the Dough.