Текст и перевод песни 99 Posse, Alborosie & Mama Marjas - Curre curre guagliò still running (feat. Alborosie, Mama Marjas)

Curre curre guagliò still running (feat. Alborosie, Mama Marjas)

A Sud curre cumbà
A Nord curre cumbà
Tandè'anna c'am'a scappà
Camine nu te ferma

(Curre 'mbà) scivola veloce mena no te fa azzeccà
(Curre 'mbà) pigghiate a' città, cacciale a chidde ddà
(Curre 'mbà) no te fa fà, te pigghiene a libertà
Curre 'mbà curre 'mbà curre 'mbà curre 'mbà curre 'mbà curre 'mbà

Azzicalè, fatte cannibale
Passage libere ca arrive Annibale
Sà furmichele, schiacciale, accidele
Penz' alle calce alle scaffe,
Alle livede
Cchiù sime e cchiù 'nopprimene
'Nu 'ncazzame e ridene'
Sciochene a monopoli e nuje pajame le dibete
Vennene le bombe, cu business delle tombe s'arrichiscene
Ije de giustizia cande, lore' ne fanne tande!

Curre curre guagliò

22.9.1991
Un giorno come tanti ma non certo per qualcuno
Qualcuno che da giorni mesi anni stà lottando
Contro chi di questo stato na gabbia stà facendo
Reprimendo attento ascolta dico reprimendo
Chi da solo denuncia e combatte sti fetiente
E sa bene che significa emarginazione
Esattamente quanto costa amare un centro sociale
Officina 99

Curre curre guagliò

Gonna Mek a move
Mek a move
From dung yah
Ca Babylon a go hard
An slata the conquerer
From outa space
Dem lazer down
Me rasta culture
Makonen not a kingpin
Not a dealer
Flash out the Congo
Congo locks bongo
Herbal shampoo
We no carry no jonjo
Ital flow
We no inna them combo
From Italy to JA
Like Cristopher Colombos
Nut original
U think a me come fus
Black wallabe
So me nah catch no fungus
Locks to the floor
Mind Eva conscious
Powerful words
Al junior look anxious
(Out in the street them call it murder)
The locks dem a murder
Dem keep growing further
Over and over
We give praise to jahovia ouhhhh

Curre curre guagliò

Pecchè primma mettite 'e bombe e po' vulite a me
E me mettite e' mane 'ncuollo si ve chied' 0o pecchè
Mammà 'e guardie a casa s'avette 'a verè
E nu spazio popolare nun è buono pecchè

Pecchè è controculturale o ammacaro pecchè
Rompe 'o cazz' a troppa gente si ma allora pecchè
Tu me può rompere 'o cazzo e no ì pure a tte
E me se 'ntosta 'a nervatura e 'o saccio buono pecchè
Pecchè me so rutt' 'o cazzo pure sulo 'e te verè
Figurammece a sentì che tiene 'a ricere a me
Strunzate 'e quarant'anne 'e potere pecchè
'A gente tene famme e sa fa strunzià 'a te
E tu me manne 'o celerino ca me sgombera a me
Ma nun basta 'o manganello mò t' 'o dico oi nè
Pecchè nun me faje cchiù male aggio 'mparato a carè

Curre curre guagliò

Run, boy, run (feat. Alborosie, Mama Marjas)

Run, my friend, to the south
Run, my friend, to the north
We have to get away now
Don't stop running

(Run on, my friend) Go fast and don't get caught
(Run on, my friend) Take to the city, drive those bastards out
(Run on, my friend) Don't let them stop you, they'll take your freedom
Run on, run on, run on, run on, run on, run on

Get angry, become a cannibal
Free passage, Hannibal's coming
They're ants, crush them, kill them
Think of the cannons, the bullets,
The clubs
The more of us there are, the more they oppress us
They piss me off and laugh
They crush monopolies and make us pay their debts
They sell us bombs, they get rich on the business of the dead
They talk of justice, but they do so much evil!

Run, run, boy

22.9.1991
A day like any other, but not for some
Someone who has been fighting for days, months, years
Against those who make this state a prison
Listen carefully to the repression
Those who denounce and fight these stinking things
And they know what marginalization means
Exactly what it costs to love a community center
Officina 99

Run, run, boy

Gonna make a move
Make a move
From over here
Because Babylon goes hard
An slata the conqueror
From outer space
They lazer down
Me rasta culture
Makonen not a kingpin
Not a dealer
Flash out the Congo
Congo locks bongo
Herbal shampoo
We no carry no jonjo
Ital flow
We no inna them combo
From Italy to JA
Like Cristopher Colombos
Nut original
U think a me come fus
Black wallabe
So me nah catch no fungus
Locks to the floor
Mind Eva conscious
Powerful words
Al junior look anxious
(Out in the street them call it murder)
The locks dem a murder
Dem keep growing further
Over and over
We give praise to jahovia ouhhhh

Run, run, boy

Because first you put bombs and then you want me
And me, you put handcuffs on me if I ask you why
Mom, there are cops at home
And a popular space is not good because

Because it's countercultural or maybe because
It pisses off too many people, but why
You can piss me off, but not I you
And I feel my nerves tingle, and I know why
Because I'm tired of just having to see you
Imagine hearing that they're after me
Forty years of power bullshit because
People are hungry and know how to make you shit
And you send me riot police to clear me out
But the truncheon is not enough, now I tell you
Because you don't hurt me anymore, I've learned to care

Run, run, boy