Paroles et traduction ZANO feat. Charlie Cinelli - Per milà

Per milà

G'è una stazion in mez ai terren,
L'è de confin fra duu paes
E tœts i dé, cont el cold o el freid
Senza lamentar-s tanta jent la speita in pé.
Dent g'è un bar e sul bancon
Tœts in fila, bei comè el sol,
I è i campari de le cinq per scoldar o portar via
I penser de la jornada qe l'è adree a rivar.
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Mé son rivad, g'here tri agn,
Me se regorde, ind la man
El jopin de la Mattel e ind l'oltra un'oltra man
Qe me tegniva per sicureza e per miga fa-m scapar.
L'era Lina la mè vixina de cà,
La valzava semper la vox ma l'era bona comè el pan.
Qell dé la m'ha portad a far-m vedir Milan,
Mé picen coi riçoi bionds
E corios per tœt qell qe g'havress vest ind la citaa.
Riva el tren, riva da Bressa,
Qi l'è in ritard, o jemò cioc,
Insoma tanta jent qe la part per lavorar
E le mè domande sui binari per Milan.
Comè un gat fressos pestave i pé,
Una scorlida per tegnir-m bon,
El tren al se ferma e un om qe al varda jo
Un olter sior qe al me vœta a saltar su.
L'era la prima volta qe indave via de Calç,
Via da la mè jent, da la nona e da la cà
Abituad al cortil, al zio Pino e ai mè jœg
Me sembrava de indar in Amerega, de emigrar,
G'here voia de scoprir, scoprir Milan.
E adess ind el 2000 mé stoo a Milan,
E adess qe l'è tœta grixa, mé torne a cà.

For Milan

There's a station in the middle of the fields,
It's on the border between two towns
And every day, in cold or heat
Without complaining so many people wait standing up.
Inside there's a bar and on the counter
Everyone in line, beautiful as the sun,
There are the five o'clock Camparis to make you forget or take away
The thoughts of the day that is about to arrive.
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I arrived, I was three years old,
I remember myself, in one hand
A Barbie doll and in the other hand
That my mother was holding for safety and to not let me run away.
It was Lina, my neighbor,
She would always raise her voice but she was as good as bread.
That day she took me to show me Milan,
I was little with blond curls
And curious about everything I would see in the city.
The train arrives, coming from Brescia,
There's someone late, or already drunk,
Anyway so many people leaving to work
And my questions about the tracks to Milan.
Like a restless cat I was stamping my feet,
A scolding to keep me quiet,
The train stops and a man looks down at me
Another gentleman helps me get on.
It was the first time I had ever left home,
Away from my family, from my grandmother and from home
Used to the courtyard, to Uncle Pino and my games
It seemed like I was going to America, to emigrate,
I wanted to discover, to discover Milan.
And now in 2000 I am in Milan,
And now that everything is gray, I go home.