Текст и перевод песни Co'Sang - Quanno Me Ne So Juto

Quanno Me Ne So Juto

I think i′m gonna cry...
O'Luchè
Facev part re tant spensierat figl ra strad
Insult lampd neo patentat e maj asciut a napl
Sunnav a′mmerc e aspttav a rumenc pe bullett
Inesperienz e strafuttenz e chi s crer ribell
Tu ir femmn cresciut c'u' diviet r′ascì
Pront a figl e sacrific manicure e panific
E patet nun t′ha vist crescer galer e latitanz
è p chest ca fai a'mmor a tant ann cu prim ca t′ tuccaj
E ì t'aspettav 6 isolat chiù annanz
U sess er senza preliminar, sul penetrazion
Quas dulor, alluccann fort contr a repression
Ra femminilità ca tien chius n′cuorp
A classica wajona ca annasconde a passion
E surris a vogl e leggr
A relazion e crescer ma nun m fidav
E nun c crerev nun t'agg mai parlat e music
Nè i desiderj chius ind a quatt quadern
Per e compless e n′adolescent
Addò criscev è nu clichè e po o caratter nun s scegl
E m'arricord chillu iuorn ca mentist
Annascundist o' fierr da e uardij ind a sabbij e l′acquarij
E chiagnist a tant e lacrim n′terr o' spidal
O wajon tuoj quatt buc ind e carn frutt e nu conflitt a fuoc
ì pensaj e mettett a fuoc o futur
E sacc ca mo crisc a nu criatur e chell nun er a vit ′p me
'Nto′
Famm parlà e 'sta favol
Nu lavor a vol vogl ind e lenzol
Cercav i sta chiù avet na cas a via petrarc cu doj entrat
O′ mar ind e vetrat a varc
All'intrasatt è rutt o patt nun è spartut o piatt
Anzian dint a zon ricen ca ta fai a rom
Scenn p l'aragost ind e salott buon
Set no cutton iesc co duttor
Nu tuorn pcchè n′hai abbastanz r′ambulanz
Rusarj, campusant
Nun accusavn tutt quant nun sai ca aropp o guaij a vit nun è ugual?
T vuò spusà? tu vuò luà?
Ind a qual alberg vuò iucà a perder a pecor pe uapp?
T uard ra vicin e capisc
Si na bugij pi cosc lisc e o smalt ngopp all'ogn
Ca s mbruscin pa barb s pogn
Bon pe mbruogl insicur innanzitutt
Pinz e tupp jeans stritt top curt muss russ
Nient a verè sti vrenzl c pensan
Senza rispiett e disprezz po silenzij
Chi s priv s disper iett e compliment
ì m′applic ma m'opprim a convivenz
O′ progett e t protegger er p te na coincidenz
To diciett c' l′ammor nun s curregg si è custrett
E a tristezz nun s cur co curred o co e carezz
Sì indecis? chiur o cellular, nun dà rett
I think i'm gonna cry...
Ritornello
Si vuò nu legam ca è cecat
Se l'inciuc a vò semp vinciut
"C peccat a nun u rà fiduc"
Penseraj quann me ne so juto

When I Left

I think I'm gonna cry...
O'Luchè
I was part of so many carefree street kids
Insults, newly licensed and never dry in Naples
We slept at dawn and waited for the morning for cigarettes
Inexperience and arrogance, and who believes themselves rebellious
You, a woman who grew up with the prohibition to be born
Ready for children and sacrifice, manicures and baking
And your father never saw you grow up, escape and hiding
That's why you make love at so many years old with the first one who touches you
And I waited for you 6 blocks further on
Sex was without foreplay, just penetration
Almost pain, shining brightly against repression
Of the femininity that holds a body closed
The classic "good girl" who hides passion
And smiles at will and reads
The relationship is growing but I didn't trust
And you wouldn't believe it, I never talked to you about music
Nor the desires closed in the four notebooks
Because of the complexes of a teenager
Where I grew up is a cliché and then you don't choose your character
And I remember that day I lied
Hiding the iron from your eyes in the sand of the aquarium
And I cried so many tears on the hospital floor
Your vagina, four holes in the flesh, fruit of a fiery conflict
I thought of setting the future on fire
And I know that now I'm raising a child and that life wasn't for me
In the...
Let me talk about this story
A job at will in the sheets
I was looking for you to be more comfortable, a house in Via Petrarca with two entrances
The sea in the glass windows
Suddenly the pact is broken, the dish is not shared
Elders in new areas say it makes you a "man"
Go down for the lobster in the living room, good
Seven, no cotton, I go out with the doctor
A tour because you don't have enough ambulances
Rosaries, cemetery
Don't blame everyone, don't you know that after trouble, life is not the same?
You want to get married? You want to leave?
In which hotel do you want to play at losing sheep for a "guappo"?
I look at you closely and understand
You're a lie for smooth thighs and the nail polish on your nails
That burns for the beard it touches
Good for confusing the insecure first of all
Pins and studs, tight jeans, short top, red mouth
Nothing to do with these kids who think
Without respect and contempt then silence
Whoever deprives himself despairs, throws away compliments
I apply myself but I'm oppressed by cohabitation
The project of protecting you was a coincidence for you
You said that love is not corrected if it is forced
And sadness is not cured with running or with caresses
Are you undecided? Close your cell phone, don't answer
I think I'm gonna cry...
Chorus
If you want a bond that is blind
If the fight is always won
"What a pity not to give him trust"
You will think when I am gone