Paroles et traduction The Vad Vuc - Gent Che Möör

Gent Che Möör

Mi n'hu vist tanti da soci borla gio
Quei vün a l'Infernu, quei vün in dal so cò
Quei vün in un büceer, quei vün in Paradiis
E i henn tropp pooc quii che i restan chi a viif
Forsi l'è tropp quell che t'hu dumandaa
Forsi un suriis ma la dà gnanca ul me pà
E forsi perd, l'è ul nostru mestee
Forsi ul prosim che borla gio sun me

Ma prima da nà vöri parlà cun te
O perlomeno dumandat ul parchè
Parchè tanti ropp mi ai capisi mia
Te g'het piantaa chi e pö ta s'het nai via
Parchè i to omm quand a parlan cun te
I g'hann i secocc pien dumà da danee?
Pö parlan cun nüm e g'hann pien dumà ul cöör
Par nüm dumà paroll e intant gh'è gent che möör

E g'het dai da beef trop sanc a questa tèra
In dal tò nom a fann anca la guèra
In dal tò nom sa mazan cumè can
Dimm te parchè ta seet inscì luntan?
Parchè robi par me, e finisi in galera?
Parchè robi par te, e finisi a fa cariera?
Eh sì, forsi perd l'è la nostra benediziun
Ma alura mi lasi e borli gio in una canzun

Forsi l'è tropp quell che t'hu dumandaa
Forsi un suriis ma la dà gnanca ul me pà
Forsi bestemi ma mi in dal tò nom
A preferisi, ves un diavul che un omm...

Gent Che Möör

I've seen so many friends fall by the wayside
Some to Hell, some to their own hearts
Some to a prison, some to Paradise
And there are too few who remain here, alive
Perhaps it's too much that I've asked of you
Perhaps a smile, but even my father won't give it to me
And perhaps we're lost, it's our destiny
Perhaps the next one to fall will be me

But before I go, I want to talk to you
Or at least ask why
Why, my love, I don't understand
You planted me here and then you went away
Why do your men only speak to you
When their pockets are full of money?
Then they speak to us and only our hearts are full
For us, only words, and meanwhile people are dying

And you have given too much blood to this earth
In your name, they even make war
In your name, they kill like dogs
Tell me, why are you so far away?
Why do I steal for myself and end up in prison?
Why do I steal for you and end up making a career?
Yes, perhaps it's our blessing, lost
But then I'll let go and fall into a song

Perhaps it's too much that I've asked of you
Perhaps a smile, but even my father won't give it to me
Perhaps I blaspheme, but in your name
I would rather be a devil than a man...