Paroles et traduction Timoria - Sud Europa

Sud Europa

(Pedrini-Persico-Pellegrini)
Qui Milano-Capitale immorale infinita
Giù a Sud, più dura la vita
Mentre qui da noi cambia solo la facciata
Nord, ma è sud dell'Europa
Raccontare una canzone
Sì sono io, myself ridin' on time (flyn' high)
Parlo un'altra lingua sai
Maybe for another f**kin' crazy night
What I see ya never knew
History will jeer at a country on its knees
Now we know it's time to try
Bein' aware there's a night if we just keep in outta sight
Stranger footsteps on my homeland
Faded away like a windblow on the sand
Ancient times will never have to come back
This f**kin' rip someone has got to mend then rearrangin'
What the union hype is never changin'
(Like the sex of the angels)
And the gap it stays the same
But who's to blame, tell me who's to blame?
(Check it)
Da Bari a Milano
Alzati italiano
Salutammo 'a stanza
Sud chiama base, massima importanza
Cultura, identità, differenza
Esige rispetto, zero tolleranza
La disoccupazione genera violenza
Prudenza, intervento immediato
In assenza: approccio sconsigliato
So' nato a Sud e a Sud so' crisciuto
E quann'aggio avuto bisogno è coccosa
Nun l'aggio maje avuto
Chello che tengo
E' pecchè me l'aggio pigliato
E chello ca me manca coccheruno se l'è arrubato
E ha criato
Ha criato l'Occidente industrializzato
E mo' chi ha avuto ha avuto ha avuto
Ma io nun regalo chiù niente
E voglio essere pavato.
Sudeuropa Sudeuropa.

Sud Europa

(Pedrini-Persico-Pellegrini)
Here Milan - immoral, endless capital
Down South, life is harder
While here with us only the façade changes
North, but it's the south of Europe
To tell a story in a song
Yes, I am, myself ridin' on time (flyn' high)
I speak another language, you know
Maybe for another f**kin' crazy night
What I see you never knew
History will jeer at a country on its knees
Now we know it's time to try
Bein' aware there's a night if we just keep it outta sight
Stranger footsteps on my homeland
Faded away like a windblow on the sand
Ancient times will never have to come back
This f**kin' rip someone has got to mend then rearrangin'
What the union hype is never changin'
(Like the sex of the angels)
And the gap it stays the same
But who's to blame, tell me who's to blame?
(Check it)
From Bari to Milan
Stand up Italian
We salute the room
South calling base, maximum importance
Culture, identity, difference
It demands respect, zero tolerance
Unemployment breeds violence
Be careful, immediate intervention
In its absence: approach discouraged
I was born in the South and I grew up in the South
And when I needed something, it was nothing
I never had it
What I have
It's because I took it
And what I lack someone else stole it
And created
He created the industrialized West
And now who had it had it had it
But I'm not giving anything away anymore.
And I want to be paid.
Southern Europe, Southern Europe.