Текст и перевод песни Almamegretta - 'O sciore chhiù felice

'O sciore chhiù felice

Che suonno: cammenavo int'a nu prato
C' 'a cervella stevo assaje stunato
Tutt' 'a campagna era nu raggio 'e sole
Nun se senteva manco nu rummore
Sento ancora addure
Tengo ll'uocchie chine 'e tutti sti culure
Me regne 'o core stu paraviso
Ce manche sulo tu vicino a me!

Cammino ancora e veco mille sciure
N'arcobaleno 'e mille culure
Spartuto ogni culore uno cu n'ato
Cu na gaiola 'e fierro filato.

Ce spiaje a nu sciore
Pecchè nun ve piace 'e sta tutt'ammiscate?
Chillo 'a copp' 'a mano me guardaje redenno
E accuminciaje a canta':

"'o sciore cchiu felice è 'o sciore senza radice
Corre comme 'o cane senza fune, 'o sciore senza padrune".

All'intrasatta sponta n'ommo gruosso
Me ne fujette 'e pressa int'a nu fuosso
Chist'ommo cu na favece affilata
Tagliava 'e sciure p'e ppurta' 'o mercato
Si p'a primma vota
Ncopp' ' a bancarella stevano ammiscate
Uè c'appiccecate uno cu n'ato pe se fa' guarda'
E che dulore a essere tagliate,
Che confusione a nu tene' radice
Però cà ncoppa simmo tutte eguale
Senza culure, sulamente sciure.

Ne fuje nu mumento
Fujetteno 'e sciure nunce vulette niente
Primma spartute mo mano e mano
Appizza 'a recchia e sientece 'e canta':

"O sciore cchiù felice è 'o sciore senza radice
Corre comme 'o cane senza fune 'o sciore senza padrune".
"O sciore cchiù felice è l'ommo senza radice
Corre comme 'o cane senza fune chist'ommo senza padrune
Nuje simmo senza padrune
'O sciore cchiù felice è 'o sciore senza radice.

'The Happiest Flower'

What a dream: I walked in a meadow
I was very stunned in my mind
The whole countryside was a ray of sunshine
Not a sound could be heard
I can still smell it
My eyes are full of all these colors
My heart rules over this paradise
Only you are missing from my side!

I walk on and see thousands of flowers
A rainbow of thousands of colors
Each color separated from the others
By a cage of spun iron

I spoke to a flower
Why don't you like being all jumbled up?
The one from above looked at me smiling
And began to sing:

The happiest flower is the flower without roots
It runs like a dog without a leash, the flower without a master

Suddenly, a big man appears
I quickly fled into a ditch
This man with a sharp sickle
Was cutting the flowers to take them to the market
For the first time ever
On the stall they were all mixed up
Hey you, you bind one to the other to make you look
And how painful it is to be cut,
What confusion to not have roots
But here up above we are all equal
Colorless, only flowers

It was for an instant
The flowers escaped and didn't want anything
First divided, now hand in hand
Prick up your ear and hear us sing:

The happiest flower is the flower without roots
It runs like a dog without a leash, the flower without a master
The happiest flower is the man without roots
He runs like a dog without a leash, this man without a master
We are without a master
The happiest flower is the flower without roots