Co'Sang feat. Fuossera - Poesia cruda - перевод текста песни на английский

Qual è 'o limit ch'divid

What is the limit that divides

Marianell co' Piscinl?

Marianella and Piscinola?

Scimmj n'copp 'e tub

Monkeys on the roofs

Simil 'o mod 'e fà 'e furt

Similar to the way of thieving

"Sta vota è l'ultim" c'ric 'o giudic

"This time is the last" the judge tells you

Ma appen esc squagl 'a cart

But as soon as you leave, the papers are shredded

Svacant appartament san

Empty apartments are known

Succer chesto 'a nord 'e Napule

This happens north of Naples

S'trasferisc int 'e residenzial chi capisc

They move into residential buildings, you understand

Materass, fiet 'e pisc

Mattresses, fish smell

M'arritir nun c'stà spazio

There's no room for retreat

Luca chiur 'o lucchett e miett pericol int 'e cunt

Luca closes the padlock and puts danger in the accounts

Nun sai a chi incuntr

You don't know who you'll meet

T'inform quanne scenni a Londra 'a Caprichin

Let you know when you go down to London, Caprichina

Vonno stà contr

They want to be against

Strett co' chi dic je

Close with who says yes

Peppe, O'Iank, Ciccio, Paolo e Junior

Peppe, O'Iank, Ciccio, Paolo and Junior

Chesta è l'union

This is the union

L'Italia gode n'copp 'o suon 'e n'episodij nuov

Italy enjoys the sound of a new episode

Eh sì

Eh yes

Poesij benericiut ra bon anim

Blessed poems from a good soul

Rateci 'a forz pecchè simm

Give us strength because we are

Fragil e fradic

Fragile and damp

Mascher ch'annascunnen lacrim uman

Masks that hide human tears

Raccont 'e pensier pesant sicond

Stories of heavy thoughts, listen

T'ric Antò chesto è stil mij e tu o'ssaje bon

Remember Antò, this is my style and you know it well

Tornanno aret quanne 'o rap era o'ver

Going back when rap was real

Je teng ancor mmano chella penna addò ancor je sper

I still hold that pen in my hand, where I still hope

'A music, quanne 'e debolezz piglian per

Music, when weaknesses take over

Cramp n'capa quanne na femmna manc

Cramps in your head when a woman is missing

Quanne nu fierro t'fa scenner ra machin

When a gun makes you get out of the car

Je pens a mme

I think of myself

Co' crocifiss n'canna

With a crucifix in my hand

Ch'm'ripar ra affann 'e st'anema dannat

That shelters me from the anxieties of this damned soul

'O rap comm document

Rap as a document

L'odio comm megl'sentiment

Hate as the best feeling

Senz pentiment e fà 'e bucchin 'e benpensant

Without remorse, screw the do-gooders

Sta robba segna arint comm 'o disc re Co' Sang

This stuff marks inside like Co' Sang's record

Fuossera so 'e cumpagn, 'o rion è sfonn ro quadr

Fuossera are my companions, the neighborhood is the background of the picture

Passanno ll'ore a parlà re guardij

Spending hours talking about watches

Cà abbasc po' 'e sciem s'fann accirer ppe 'e femmene

Downstairs, for the boys, they make themselves cool for women

Je m'chir int 'a music comm foss terapij

I immerse myself in music as if it were therapy

Ammor a primma vist je e 'sta poesij

Love at first sight, me and this poetry

'Sto ffuoco s'avvicin semp chiù a 'e facc

This fire gets closer and closer to the faces

Volan 'e scard e v'appicciat

Cards fly and they set you on fire

S'fann mal vonno fà 'e tuos ma scrivon robba banal

They hurt themselves, they want to be tough, but they write banal things

Sò penzier ca scamazzan

They are thoughts that go astray

Veco facc tagliat e aneme segnat

I see cut faces and marked souls

Costantement saglieno 'e vigil, ment squagliat

Constantly, the watches go up, minds melt

Piscinl, bloccat int 'o sistem

Piscinola, stuck in the system

Cà 'a terr tremm tutt 'e juorni, spall ch's'toccan incroc ll'uocchie

Where the earth trembles every day, shoulders touch, eyes cross

'A gent s'aggruppan

People group together

Fuossera e Co' Sang 'sti carni parlan, 'a chiesa nun accett

Fuossera and Co' Sang, these bodies speak, the church doesn't accept

In Nigeria l'AIDS 'e pigl pe piett

In Nigeria, AIDS takes them by the chest

Pochi anni 'e vit e int'a nient carono

A few years of life and in nothing they fall

'A 'e part nuostr cumbattn

From our side, we fight

Pe na mappat 'e fogl 'e cart e quattr piezz 'e ferr

For a map, sheets of paper and four pieces of iron

Nome e cognome 'ncopp 'e manifest co' nu sciuscio 'e vient

Name and surname on the posters with a gust of wind

Caric 'a penn Luchè

Load the pen, Luchè

Concett 'e chiumm coglion 'e strisc

Concepts of dreams, balls of the lines

Fasc 'e luc 'e 'ste stell che ancor vivn

Bundle of light of these stars that still live

L'asfalt voll sott 'e rot, 'e pols s'abbrucian

The asphalt wants under the wheels, the wrists burn

'E regist 'e sta pellicol nun s'ferman

The recordings of this film don't stop

Magnan e fottn senza scrupl

They eat and fuck without scruples

Ma quanno schiattn?

But when do they die?

Rit.

Chorus

E' poesia cruda

It's raw poetry

Paura int'a l'uommn criatur

Fear in the human creature

Mett l'anema int'e disc pecchè hai vist

Put your soul into the records because you have seen

Iuorni comm a chist arò nient è sicur

Days like this, nothing is certain

Na femmena magn e giur e viv int'e suonn

A woman eats and swears and lives in dreams

'E n'omm ca nun l'ha mai toccat

Of a man who has never touched her

Manc quanno è iuorno

Not even when it's daytime

Venimm arò s'chiagne e l'aria fiet 'e sang

We come here, we cry and the air smells of blood

E nient cagn

And nothing changes

L'affett è na conquist pe chi è figl 'e nisciun

Affection is a conquest for those who are children of no one

Nun esist mur ch'chiur 'sta poesia cruda

There is no wall that closes this raw poetry

'O consumism consum tutt'e forz

Consumerism consumes all the strength

S'fann 'e cors p'esser 'e primm

They take courses to be the first

S'cresc sotto 'o pregiudizij

They grow up under prejudice

'E giurnalist scrivn 'o favz pe 'e giuvan 'ncopp 'e rivist

Journalists write crap for young people in magazines

List 'e strunzat rint 'e palinsest arrivan 'a destr e sinistr

Lists of bullshit in the schedules arrive from right and left

Piscinl, nun è tutt sbagliat

Piscinola, not everything is wrong

Arraggiun

Reason

Pigliamm 'o megl 'a int'o pegg

Let's take the best from the worst

Lontan re vizij s'sur

Far from vices, you rise

'A legg nun se ne cur

The law doesn't care

Pigl na segg e dimm ch'hai vist

Take a seat and tell me what you saw

Avessa purtà giustizij ma sì 'o primm a fà merd

You should bring justice, but you are the first to screw up

Je nun generalizz ma spiss m'perd

I don't generalize, but I often lose myself

E nient c'capisc

And I understand nothing

Mischianno bene e mmale producimm 2 disc

Mixing good and bad, we produce 2 records

Rischi e paur int'e parol crude 'e chist'omm

Risks and fears in the raw words of this man

'A cronoc 'e tutt 'e iuorni romp 'o stommac

The chronicle of every day breaks my stomach

Pur se allung 'e mane p'tuccà 'a forun

Even if they reach out to touch the vulva

Femmene annur vonno 'e sord e no l'uommn

Honored women want money, not the man

Merdill 'ncopp 'o Vommr a fà 'e strad

Shit on Vomero doing the streets

A 13 anni 'o munn è lloro

At 13 years old, the world is theirs

Mo l'euro cost chiù ro dollr e sta 'a famm a ll'uocchie

Now the euro costs more than the dollar and there is hunger in their eyes

Già s'sent addor 'e l'aria

You can already smell it in the air

Nu specchij 'e luc 'nfacc 'o mur arò 'a sentenz car

A mirror of light on the wall, the sentence will come

Luntan nun s'guard

They don't look far

Nun è chiar

It's not clear

Addò 'o scenarij varia int'a n'istant

Where the scenario changes in an instant

Na strett 'e man vacant c'ha acummannat 'o munn

An empty handshake that has ordered the world

Addò 'e nennelle fottn pe robba bianca e fumm

Where little girls fuck for white stuff and smoke

Veco sol facc stanc

I only see tired faces

E mentr ll'uocchie chiagnan lacrim e sang

And while the eyes cry tears and blood

Storij pesant e dò ner chiù scur

Heavy stories and pain that is darker than black

Danno spunt 'e disappunt e POESIA CRUDA

Give rise to disappointments and RAW POETRY

Cart stampat fann 'o grig 'e culur c'ammir

Printed cards make the grid of colors I admire

'O russ n'facc 'e che coltiv e vott bott sott 'o nir

The red on the face of that guy who cultivates and throws blows under the black

Semp chiù rar

Ever rarer

Chi sent a chi ha guardat int'a nu fierr 'o mar

Who listens to who has looked at the sea in a piece of iron

Sa che 'o munn è fetent

He knows the world is stinking

Tent 'o lamient e chi nun 'o sent care

The lament tries and those who don't hear it fall

Vuttanno annanz 'a stiml fott je chi fott siml

Throwing forward the stimulus, fuck me who fucks like me

Eter e effimr p'o minim crirm

Ethereal and ephemeral for the minimum I believe

Fierr e tarantell sfonnan 'e cervell

Iron and tarantella pierce the brains

Piscinl, marchiat a fuoc 'ncopp 'a pell

Piscinola, branded on the skin