Clementino feat. Rocco Hunt - Woodstock - перевод текста песни на английский

Текст и перевод песни Clementino feat. Rocco Hunt - Woodstock




Woodstock
Woodstock
Clementino: Quann sti cantant, frà, parlene assaj
Clementino: When these singers talk, bro, they talk a lot
Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle
Give me the microphone, I'm about to freestyle
Re party, a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Fino e fest' e Rap, tutt a Ganja-Style!
From parties, to clubs, and what else? Even Rap festivals, all Ganja-Style!
Quann sti cantant, frà, parlene assaj
When these singers talk, bro, they talk a lot
Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle
Give me the microphone, I'm about to freestyle
Re party a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Chi si?
From parties, to clubs, and what else? Who are you?
'Na bomba a mano, Poeta Urbano e Iena White!
A hand grenade, Urban Poet and White Hyena!
Clementino: Simm partut ro nient, che aropp tu t'allamient
Clementino: We started from nothing, then you whine
Riconosciut' all'ambient, se n'è carut Clemente
Recognized in the environment, Clemente has been understood
Cu na trasut e fetient, tu riest muto: Cunvient
With a tracksuit and a stench, you stay silent: It's convenient
Frà cu stu mur n'faj nient, teng o Bazooka ca punt int 'e rient!
Bro, with this wall you can't do anything, I have a Bazooka that I point in your face!
'Ngopp o beat e manc' e can, sbatt 'e man
On the beat and even if I don't sing, clap your hands
Rateme nu palco ca me chiamm, frà, Vulcano
Give me a stage that calls me, bro, Volcano
Chist è o Miracolo c'abbasc' oh
This is the Miracle that comes down oh
Ca rima 'ncatast oh
That rhymes stacked oh
L'anema ca straccio ohhh!
The soul that I tear ohhh!
C'era una volta il Rap Campano "The Bombers", nel concerto Owners,
Once upon a time there was the Rap Campano "The Bombers", in the Owners concert,
Iena anni 90' con la stella al centro: Converse
Hyena of the 90s with the star in the center: Converse
George Best, Showman, sinfonie di Chopin
George Best, Showman, Chopin's symphonies
Oscar dopo il check, ciak: Sean Penn!
Oscar after the check, action: Sean Penn!
E tien ancor' 'e problem co Rap fatt in dialetto
And you still have problems with Rap made in dialect
A tiemp', par' a lancett, te zomp' a capa c'accett'
Back in the day, like a lancet, your head would jump and accept it
Pe chi ten a fedina bona o chiu' sporca
For those with a clean or dirtier criminal record
Si tu 'e fatt o panico, frà, chest è Woodstock!
If you've caused panic, bro, this is Woodstock!
Rit.
Chorus
Clementino: Quann sti cantant, frà, parlene assaj
Clementino: When these singers talk, bro, they talk a lot
Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle
Give me the microphone, I'm about to freestyle
Re party, a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Fino e fest' e Rap, tutt a Ganja-Style!
From parties, to clubs, and what else? Even Rap festivals, all Ganja-Style!
Quann sti cantant, frà, parlene assaj
When these singers talk, bro, they talk a lot
Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle
Give me the microphone, I'm about to freestyle
Re party a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Chi si?
From parties, to clubs, and what else? Who are you?
'Na bomba a mano, Poeta Urbano e Iena White!
A hand grenade, Urban Poet and White Hyena!
Rocco Hunt: 'E jurnat semp e stess', aret a sti fenest grigie
Rocco Hunt: The days are always the same, behind these gray windows
Addo a jurnat' saj quann accummencia e nun saj quann' fernesc'
Where the days know when they start but not when they end
L'ansia rint 'e man, e quanta chance so jut' a puttan
Anxiety in my hands, and how many chances have gone to waste
Pecchè annanz a duje renar Giuda se vennett a Cristo!
Because in front of two denarii, Judas sold out Christ!
Ogni cattiveria fatta staj sicur' torn o doppio
Every evil deed done will surely come back double
'E cos brutt 'e teng 'nguorp, manc' natu poco e scoppio
I hold the bad things inside, even if I'm born a little, I'll explode
Sti femmene annasconnene o mister',
These women hide a mystery,
N'omm quann soffr', soffr' over. quann se fa sera pija o core a muorz!
A man when he suffers, he suffers more, when evening comes, his heart aches to die!
Nun ce stann chiu 'e panchin, nient è comm a prima
There are no more benches, nothing is like before
Gregory nun è turnat, io pens' ca mo sta o' Brasile;
Gregory hasn't returned, I think he's in Brazil now;
Nostalgia re viecchi tiemp, 'e quann a barba nun criscev
Nostalgia for the old days, when the beard didn't grow
Pur o Rap era diverso, 'e Co'Sang stev'n assiem
Even Rap was different, the Co'Sang were together
E nun se scarica sta penna e stu quadern' nun se regn'
And this pen doesn't run out and this notebook doesn't get wet
L'inchiostr' nun me serv a lascià a robb' ngopp a pelle
The ink doesn't help me to leave things on my skin
Ogni emozion a teng a int comm a na fotografia
I hold every emotion inside like a photograph
Che mett appes' int a stanzett astrett ro cerviell mio!
That I put on display in the narrow little room of my brain!
Rit.
Chorus
Clementino: Quann sti cantant, frà, parlene assaj
Clementino: When these singers talk, bro, they talk a lot
Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle
Give me the microphone, I'm about to freestyle
Re party, a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Fino e fest' e Rap, tutt a Ganja-Style!
From parties, to clubs, and what else? Even Rap festivals, all Ganja-Style!
Quann sti cantant, frà, parlene assaj
When these singers talk, bro, they talk a lot
Ratem' o microfono ca s'avot a freestyle
Give me the microphone, I'm about to freestyle
Re party a 'e club, e quant n'saj? Chi si?
From parties, to clubs, and what else? Who are you?
'Na bomba a mano, Poeta Urbano e Iena White!
A hand grenade, Urban Poet and White Hyena!





Авторы: Luigi Florio, Clemente Maccaro, Rocco Pagliarulo


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