Текст и перевод песни Clementino - L'eta' re tass

L'eta' re tass

Uagliuo, eh, eh, we, è l′età re tass
Oh, Mastafive ramm nu beat, ra
Ch'est è l′età re tass, Mastafive
Mastafive, mammà s' lament
Papà s' lament, tutt′ quanti s′ lamentan
E po' mammà s′ lament e po' papà s′ lament
E aropp' sorema cresce e sape cà s′ lament
Pure fratm cu tutt' 'sti cupagn s′ lamenten
Suonn′ cà l'età rè tass rest nu framment′
E po' mammà s′ lament e po' papà s′ lament
E aropp' sorema cresce e sape cà s' lament
Pure fratm cu tutt′ ′sti cupagn s' lamenten
Suonn′ cà l'età rè tass rest nu framment′
So tropp' e politic′ c canten' intè canter
E cchiù canten cchiù sveng all'intrasatt′, veng′ meno int'è ciang
Magnen′ comm' è maiali, vonn′ o pizz e l'Himalaya
E nun s′accuntenten' è 'na pizza a Napule ije me all′eria
Cà ò portafogl′ è semp' lìègg′
È nu pacc' rà matin cu ò grattin′ int'ò parchegg
Ma è già stat′ dimostrat' cà ò stato ha bbuon' sturiat′
Comme l′omm va 'ngastrat già si pigl′ l'autostrada
È l′età rè tass, statt'accort cà si ò fuoc′ brucia tropp assaje te fann' pagà ò gas
Sientele l'ebrezz′. se ver′ cà n'è pagat′ à tass' rà munnezz è ò munno a piezz′
'A gent fuje int′ò buio cà n'è pagat' à luce
A mente nuje tenimm′ amment′ qual è à faccia cà 'nguaia
Stai bbuono mai, facc′ guai, me mettesser 'ncroce
(Stai bbuono mai, facc′ guai, me mettesser 'ncroce)
E po′ mammà s' lament e po' papà s′ lament
E aropp′ sorema cresce e sape cà s' lament
Pure fratm cu tutt′ 'sti cupagn s′ lamenten
Suonn' cà l′età rè tass rest nu framment'
E po' mammà s′ lament e po′ papà s' lament
E aropp′ sorema cresce e sape cà s' lament
Pure fratm cu tutt′ 'sti cupagn s′ lamenten
Suonn' cà l'età rè tass rest nu framment′
Mancano è profitt′
Manganiell aret'è rin e chi è tenev diritt′
Mascher' cà cagnen′ faccia a chi se vò regnere è tasc'
So è magagn′ tra cumpagn' e tra cumpagn' nasc′
T′accumpagn' int′à nu regn' arò nun se senten′ manco è mosc
Mò scavalc' stà montagna e veng′ meno int'è cosc'
Nun so stang rò funk, nun so stanc rò skunk
Nun so stanc rò scorn cò bong e cà à capa fa "Bang"
′A bullett′ ogni vota è 'na bott′ è cannon'
O′ telefono à machin' e pag ò canòne
′Ngopp' à tutt' cos′ vir′ l'interess′ inter
Ogni cazz' cà se fann tiriter′ storie vere ò vir'
Cà nisciun è scem, cà nisciun cresc′ int'ò sistem'
Cani sciolti perché senza padrone
È ′na scossa ca scass′ ò meridion' sulo fluss in connessione
P′ò guaglion' ch′è in question' e cà se ston′
E po' mammà s' lament e po′ papà s′ lament
E aropp' sorema cresce e sape cà s′ lament
Pure fratm cu tutt' ′sti cupagn s' lamenten
Suonn′ cà l'età rè tass rest nu framment'
E po′ mammà s′ lament e po' papà s′ lament
E aropp' sorema cresce e sape cà s′ lament
Pure fratm cu tutt' ′sti cupagn s' lamenten
Suonn' cà l′età rè tass rest nu framment′
Stamm'accusì, Clementino, Mastafive
Vai Napolì
E po′ mammà s' lament e po′ papà s' lament
E aropp′ sorema cresce e sape cà s' lament
Pure fratm cu tutt' ′sti cupagn s′ lamenten
Suonn' cà l′età rè tass rest nu framment'
Chiur′ va, e schiattam' a capa

The Age of Taxes

Yo, eh, eh, we, it's the age of taxes
Oh, Mastafive drop a beat, come on
This is the age of taxes, Mastafive
Mastafive, momma's complaining
Daddy's complaining, everyone's complaining
And then momma's complaining and then daddy's complaining
And then we grow up and we know why they complain
Even my brother with all his friends are complaining
It sounds like the age of taxes is just a fragment
And then momma's complaining and then daddy's complaining
And then we grow up and we know why they complain
Even my brother with all his friends are complaining
It sounds like the age of taxes is just a fragment
There are too many politicians singing in choirs
And the more they sing, the more I faint, I pass out in tears
They eat like pigs, they want pizza from the Himalayas
And they're not satisfied with a pizza in Naples, I would fly away
Because my wallet is always light
It's a bummer in the morning with the parking ticket
But it's already been proven that the state has studied well
How to screw a man as soon as he takes the highway
It's the age of taxes, be careful because if the fire burns too much they make you pay for the gas
Feel the intoxication, you'll see that if the garbage tax isn't paid, the world falls apart
People flee in the dark because the electricity bill isn't paid
In our minds we remember what the face of trouble looks like
Never be good, cause trouble, they would put me on the cross
(Never be good, cause trouble, they would put me on the cross)
And then momma's complaining and then daddy's complaining
And then we grow up and we know why they complain
Even my brother with all his friends are complaining
It sounds like the age of taxes is just a fragment
And then momma's complaining and then daddy's complaining
And then we grow up and we know why they complain
Even my brother with all his friends are complaining
It sounds like the age of taxes is just a fragment
Profits are missing
Beating behind the kidneys and those who had the right
Masks that bark in the face of those who want to avoid taxes
They are the troubles between friends and between friends they are born
I accompany you in a kingdom where not even flies are heard
Now I climb this mountain and I pass out in my thigh
I'm not tired of the funk, I'm not tired of the skunk
I'm not tired of the mockery with the bong and the head going "Bang"
The bullet every time is a cannon shot
I call the car and pay the fee
On top of everything you see the interest between
Every damn thing they do, true stories or you see
That no one is stupid, that no one grows up in the system
Stray dogs because without owners
It's a shock that breaks the south, only flow in connection
For the boy who is in question and who is out of tune
And then momma's complaining and then daddy's complaining
And then we grow up and we know why they complain
Even my brother with all his friends are complaining
It sounds like the age of taxes is just a fragment
And then momma's complaining and then daddy's complaining
And then we grow up and we know why they complain
Even my brother with all his friends are complaining
It sounds like the age of taxes is just a fragment
We are here, Clementino, Mastafive
Go Naples
And then momma's complaining and then daddy's complaining
And then we grow up and we know why they complain
Even my brother with all his friends are complaining
It sounds like the age of taxes is just a fragment
Heart go, and let's explode the head