Paroles et traduction TheRivati - Emigrante

Emigrante

Io non ci voglio più stare
In questa società,
Io non lo so
Si chisto è 'o modo 'e campa'.
Ancor si sente piano
Qualcosa cambierà,
Ma ancora niente hadda cagna'.
Me staje sentenne bbuono?
Je me ne voglio jì
E niente, niente tu
Me vuo' dicere ca nun pozzo jì?
E intanto da lontano
In fondo alla stazione
Un gruppo di guaglione
Intonavano questa canzone:
"E 'nce ne costa lacreme st'America
A nuje napulitane... (oooh),
Pe' nuje ca 'nce chiagnimme 'o cielo 'e Napule... (oooh)
Comme è amaro 'stu ppane pe' nuje napulitane".
Gennaro s'è araputo 'nu ristorante in Olanda,
Chill'ato se n'è fujuto dalle Alpi alle Ande,
E mentre 'mpasta 'a pizza 'a radio passa 'e "TheRivati"
E s'arricorda 'e Napule e quanno simmo arrivati.
E Maronna mia, mammà me manca e pure addore 'e mare,
E chest'America ce costa, mo', lacreme amare...
Vulesse sta' vicino 'a casa assettato 'e panchine,
Ca m'hanno signato 'o destino 'a quanno ero bambino.
Pasca', puorte 'o ccafè, ne bevo tre a primma matina;
Ma l'acqua è strana, nun se capisce, sape 'e medicina;
'O fummo dint' 'e tombine, cunsumo din' 'e cartine,
Po' chiudo ll'uocchje e veco 'stu Vesuvio s'avvicina.
Vide 'o cielo che te mena: sole e mare pe' endovena;
Guarda 'ngoppe 'a pergamena, direzione essere allero
E luntano 'a 'sta società, arapo ll'uocchje e ritorno dint' 'a 'sta città.
"E 'nce ne costa lacreme st'America
A nuje napulitane... (oooh),
Pe' nuje ca 'nce chiagnimme 'o cielo 'e Napule... (oooh)
Comme è amaro 'stu ppane pe' nuje napulitane".
E pure quanno sto luntano
Co' 'o core stongo là,
Quanno nisciuno me dà 'na mano
Me vene 'e te pensa'...
No, no, no, nun è
'A vita ca speravo...
No, no, no, pecché?
Chi resta è furtunato.
Me porto appriesso chello ca m'è dato,
'Nu suonno pe' campa',
Tu nun pensa' ca so' 'nu figlio 'ngrato,
Co' 'a capa stongo là...
No, no, no, nun è
'A vita ca speravo...
No, no, no, pecché?
Chi resta è furtunato.

Emigrant

I don't want to stay here anymore
In this society,
I don't know
If this is the right way to live.
I still hear quietly
Something will change,
But nothing has changed yet.
Are you listening to me?
I want to leave
And nothing, nothing you
Can't tell me that I can't go?
And meanwhile from afar
At the end of the station
A group of guys
Were singing this song:
"And this America costs us tears
To us Neapolitans... (oooh),
For us who mourn the sky of Naples... (oooh)
How bitter this bread is for us Neapolitans".
Gennaro opened a restaurant in the Netherlands,
That other one fled from the Alps to the Andes,
And while he kneads the dough on the radio passes 'e "TheRivati"
And he remembers Naples and when we arrived.
And my goodness, I miss my mother and even the smell of the sea,
And this America costs us, now, bitter tears...
I wish I could be close to home sitting on a bench,
Because my destiny was signed since I was a child.
Pasca', bring the coffee, I drink three in the morning;
But the water is strange, it doesn't make sense, it tastes like medicine.
The smoke in the storm drains, I consume in the papers,
Then I close my eyes and see this Vesuvius approaching.
See the sky that leads you: sun and sea for the veins;
Look at the parchment, direction to be happy
And far from this society, I open my eyes and return to this city.
"And this America costs us tears
To us Neapolitans... (oooh),
For us who mourn the sky of Naples... (oooh)
How bitter this bread is for us Neapolitans".
And even when I'm far away
With my heart I am there,
When nobody gives me a hand
I come to think of you...
No, no, no, it's not
The life I was hoping for...
No, no, no, why?
Those who stay are the lucky ones.
I carry with me what I was given,
A dream to live,
Don't think I'm an ungrateful son,
With my head I am there...
No, no, no, it's not
The life I was hoping for...
No, no, no, why?
Those who stay are the lucky ones.