Текст и перевод песни 99 Posse feat. Alborosie and Mama Marjas - Curre curre guagliò still running

Curre curre guagliò still running

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

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

Curre curre guagliò still running

In the South run, brotha
In the North run, brotha
Look where I have to run
Keep walking, don't stop

(Run, dude) slide fast, move, don't let them catch you
(Run, dude) take the city, kick those out
(Run, dude) don't let yourself get caught, they'll take away your freedom
Run, dude, run, dude, run, dude, run, dude, run, dude, run, dude

Get mad, become a cannibal
Free passage because Hannibal is coming
They are ants, crush them, kill them
Think about the kicks, the cuffs,
The beatings
The more we are, the more they oppress us
I get pissed off and they laugh
They crush monopolies, and we pay their debts
They sell the bombs, they get rich with the business of tombs
They talk about justice, they do so much of it!

Run, run, brotha

A day like many others, but not for some
Someone who has been fighting for days, months, years
Against those who are making a cage out of this state
Repressing, listen carefully, I say repressing
Those who denounce and fight this stench alone
And they know well what it means to be marginalized
Exactly how much it costs to love a social center
Officina 99

Run, run, brotha

Gonna make a move
Make a move
From here
Because Babylon is going hard
And Sparta the conqueror
From outer space
They shoot down the lasers
My rasta culture
Makonen is not a kingpin
Not a dealer
Fleeing from the Congo
Congo locks, bongo
Herbal shampoo
We don't carry any jonjo
Ital flow
We're not in that combo
From Italy to JA
Like Christopher Columbus
Not original
Do you think I'm the first
Black wallaby
So I don't catch any fungus
Locks to the floor
Mind ever conscious
Powerful words
Al junior looks anxious
(Out in the street they call it murder)
The locks are murder
They keep growing further
Over and over
We give praise to Jahovia ouhhhh

Run, run, brotha

Because first they drop the bombs and then they come after me
And they put their hands around my neck if I ask why
The police have to come to my house, you see
And a popular space isn't good because

Because it's countercultural or because
It pisses off too many people, but then why
You can piss me off, and not you too
And I get stubborn sometimes, and I know damn well why
Because I'm sick of seeing you too
Imagine me listening to you investigate me
Forty years of bullshit from the government, why
People are starving and you let them trample on you
And you send the riot police to evict me
But the billy club isn't enough, now I'll tell you something
Because you don't hurt me anymore, I've learned to care

Run, run, brotha