Текст и перевод песни 99 Posse - Cildren Ov Babilon - Remix

Cildren Ov Babilon - Remix

De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v

Criature nate in cile criature in palestina
Mitragliatrici o bombe hanno fatto 'a stessa fine
Criature irachene morte a centinara
Sotto i bombardamenti è l'aerei americani
Sì tieni nu figlio ca cresce forte e sano
Pensa che nel continente africano
Pe' mezzo re' colonie pe' mezzo 'e l'imperialismo
O pe' mezzo e qualche strana concezione e socialismo
'E criature morono 'e famme 'e malatia
E qualche volta e'ccire pure a polizia
Polizia di un governo dico funzionale
A quello che chiamano nuovo ordine mondiale

De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v

De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
Criature r'o vietnam, è l'afganistan
E' cuba, ro ghana, e pure ro' senegal.
Padrune ro' nord fanno è guerre e s'arricchiscono
E pat soffrono, 'e mamme se disperano
Onu, fao, unicef, quaquarraquaquà
Siente a nove nove posse nun ce stà niente a fà
Credi a noi non è mancanza d'altruismo
'A colpa 'a colpa è d'o capitalismo
A colpa è de' padruni, 'a colpa è ell'arrivismo
'A colpa è do fondo monetario internazionale
'A colpa 'a colpa è da' banca mondiale
'A colpa 'a colpa è da' banca mondiale

De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v

Criature nate in cile, criature in palestina,
Criature nate in bosnia, criature r'o brasile
Criature r'o ruanda, criature re' quartieri
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
I nun parlo r'e criature pe fà o piezzo strappacore
Ma si tiene 7/8 anni nun può fà 'o spacciatore
Perché se io tengo 'o diritto ra' casa e do' lavoro
Nu' criaturo ave bisogno ra' mamma e do' calore

Criature r'o ruanda, criature re' quartieri
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v

De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
'O ddio ro' rispetto pa' gente ro' ghana,
Morte morte o' capitale americano
'O ddio ro' rispetto pe' figli e palestina,
Rint'a na latrina e sionisti assassini
'O ddio ro' rispetto pe tutte 'e mamme,
Ca p'aiuta' nu figlio se levano pure i panni
'O ddio ro' rispetto po' giamaicano,
Faight inna babilon fratello americano
'O ddio ro' rispetto po' continente nero,
Pate 'e civiltà po' munno intero
'O ddio ro' rispetto pure pe' tutti i compagni,
Cà se fanno 'o mazzo tanto senza maje na lagna

De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children ami
De children ami
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v
De children amilo'v

Children of Babylon - Remix

The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love

Children born in Chile, children in Palestine,
Machine guns or bombs, they met the same end.
Iraqi children, dead by the hundreds,
Under the bombings of American planes.
Yes, you have a child who grows strong and healthy,
Think that on the African continent,
Because of colonies, because of imperialism,
Or because of some strange conception of socialism,
Children die of hunger and disease,
And sometimes, it must be said, even by the police.
Police of a government, I say, functional
To what they call the new world order.

The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love

The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
Children of Vietnam, of Afghanistan,
Of Cuba, of Ghana, and also of Senegal.
The masters of the North make wars and get rich,
And fathers suffer, mothers despair.
UN, FAO, UNICEF, blah blah blah,
Listen to 99 Posse, there's nothing to be done.
Believe us, it's not a lack of altruism,
The fault, the fault lies with capitalism.
The fault lies with the bosses, the fault lies with careerism,
The fault lies with the International Monetary Fund.
The fault, the fault lies with the World Bank.
The fault, the fault lies with the World Bank.

The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love

Children born in Chile, children in Palestine,
Children born in Bosnia, children of Brazil,
Children of Rwanda, children of the neighborhoods,
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
I don't talk about children to make a tearjerker,
But if you're 7/8 years old, you can't be a drug dealer.
Because if I have the right to a home and a job,
A child needs a mother and warmth.

Children of Rwanda, children of the neighborhoods,
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love

The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The god of respect for the people of Ghana,
Death, death to American capital.
The god of respect for the children of Palestine,
Into a latrine, the murderous Zionists.
The god of respect for all mothers,
Who, to help a child, would even take off their clothes.
The god of respect for the Jamaican,
Fight in Babylon, American brother.
The god of respect for the black continent,
Father of civilization for the whole world.
The god of respect also for all comrades,
Who work their asses off without ever complaining.

The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my
The children, my
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love
The children, my love