Текст и перевод песни Cosang - Fuje Tanno

Fuje Tanno

Respirave tt′e ssere 'o stesso addore
′Nu misto tra giumente e fierr'
E nuje fiere 'e nasconnere ′o core
Orgoglio che fà 100 all′ora

'E riente gialle ′e dialett'
Je′ vesteve sportive
Maglje rosse e croce 'mpiett′
'E Sorde hanna ascì afforz'

A forza ′e magnà a muorze ′a vita
'Na Bara ′mpiett' ′o primme tatuagg'
Che verette, agnostre nire
E l′uocchje mje tantill
Znnanze a stì bicchiere chine

Fravele e Champagne
'E fierr' senza muorte ′ncuolle
E vvire, p′e sorde 'e carta ′nce stà 'o riesto
Volene liggiere cchiù ′e n'omme

Ca′ perze 'e cchiave
'E ll′anema appriesse ′e 0
Quanti corze a pere arete
'O fummo r′a musica

Giure je' resto overe finchè
′E sorde nun m'abbrucene
E accusene ch′e pparole meje sò finte
Appicce 'e fare cà 'nveco ′o rimane

è luntane ′e 'nu rite ′e 'na mane, ah
Femmene annure, ′a vanità 'nfoche
′E Frate faveze fanne pe sè 'e piacere
Liquore 'nmane ′a sera

E′ meglje niente 'nzieme ch′essere ricche sule
L'uocchje mieze chiuse, ah, fuje tanno
′O Treno cà ce passe n'cap, ′e sorde int'e poker
Fà fridde 'e mmane ′a sera, ah, fuje tano

Perplesse ′e prufessure, 'a vita rint′e studje
Signore aiutece ccà fore, fuje tanno!
Te scuorde ch'ire ajere, ispirazione è perza
Te siente priggioniere, ah, fuje tanno

′E labbre c'abbruciavene comme
′O curagg' r'e buciarde
Meliune r′euro parchiggiate
′E Strade arò faje 'o giallo

Poco distante 10 perzune doje stanze
′E guagliune e 'o carattere eccessivo ch′e ffà vattere
Scarpe nove, barbe long'
Comme è storie che racconte

Rind′o Sfondo 'e Nastre 'e Patrizio
Tenghe 20 anne, frase triste, fuje tanno
′E statue a Cristo ch′e Sorde r'e ddose
Mò addore ′e Rose arò Nello arrepose pe sempe

Penzo che serve a coccose
Comme 'o cunziglje ′e 'nu pate
Segge avutate ′o cuntrarje, alchool e discorze
Tra l'Isola 'e nisida fino ′e secondigliano

C′o fisico, 'e libbre ′nmane,
O libbere ch'e calibre
Destine scritte o scelta ′e vita
'E lluce blu t′abbitue, fridde te difiende

'Nte fide, 'na melodia accumpagne l′odio
L′edicola fernesce 'e cronache
Stù poste proveche rummore e commuove gli ipocrite
X-5, sale bingo, ricce "chi sfaccimme sì"

′O treno cà ce passe n'cap, ′e sorde int'e poker
Fà fridde ′e mmane 'a sera, ah, fuje tanno
E' meglje niente ′nzieme ch′essere ricche sule
L'uocchje mieze chiuse, ah, fuje tanno
Te scuorde ch′ire ajere, ispirazione è perza
Te siente priggioniere, ah, fuje tanno

Perplesse 'e prufessure, ′a vita rint'e studje
Signore aiutece ccà fore, fuje tanno

E ′a musica 'e vote calmava, 'e vvote schizzava
Je′ annascunneve ′e riflessioni arete 'e casse e arete ′e schiaffe
Papà guardave a luntane strignenne 'e mmane
Cagnaje ′a fila 'e late c′a capa rasata

E l'uocchje suoje lucide
E dinte 'e mje ′a fiducia ′nu limite
Criscenne addò stà rraggia te fà sentì allere
Mane, manette, carenze r'affett′

Pierde 'nu figlje ′o marcipiede 'e rimpett′
St'abbraccio nn'è perfette
Fuje tanno c′ho capette

E ancore cunferenz′, sentimente c'o ′nteress'
P′abbitudine, ex malavituse, giuvene nervuse
Robbe int'a cucina e fucile sotte ′o siggiuline
Saglje 'o palco, 'a caraccel′, ′e palme

'E ppalle ′nsò 'e chi spare, lente fumè
Cù mmè ce l′haje, sì 'nu violento
E te disturbe subbite stupide
Maje lassate ′a questura
Fotografie e 'mpronte
Pecchè je' capette forze
Ch′era brucià ′a Bandiera 'e l′obbedienza all'uniforme

O Treno cà ce passe n′cap, 'e sorde int′e poker
Fà fridde 'e mmane 'a sera, ah, fuje tanno
E′ meglje niente ′nzieme ch'essere ricche sule
L′uocchje mieze chiuse, ah, fuje tanno

Te scuorde ch'ire ajere, ispirazione è perza
Te siente priggioniere, ah, fuje tanno
Perplesse ′e prufessure, 'a vita rint′e studje
Signore aiutece ccà fore, fuje tanno

Fuje Tanno

We were breathing the same scent, honey
A mix of mares and iron
And we, wild beasts, hiding our hearts
Pride that does 100 miles per hour

Yellow laughter and dialect
Dressed in sportswear
Red shirts and cross on the chest
Sorde rose with strength

The strength of eating life to death
A coffin on the chest, the first tattoo
That you saw, our black years
And my eyes shimmering
In front of these full glasses

Strawberries and Champagne
Iron without death inside
And to see, for the paper money, the rest is there
They want to read more than a man

Who loses the keys
Of the soul, near 0
How many hearts do you have behind you
The smoke of the music

I swear I'll stay awake until
The money doesn't burn me
And they accuse me that my words are fake
Instead of doing what remains inside

Is far from a ritual and a hand, ah
Golden women, vanity burns
The brothers did favors for their own pleasure
Liquor in hand in the evening

And better nothing together than being rich alone
My eyes half closed, ah, it was long ago
The train that passes overhead, the money in poker
It's cold in the evening, ah, it was long ago

Professor's perplexities, life in the studios
Lord, help us out here, it was long ago!
You forget who you were yesterday, inspiration is lost
You feel like a prisoner, ah, it was long ago

And the lips that burned like
The courage of liars
Millions of euros parked
The streets now turn yellow

Not far away, 10 people, two rooms
The kids and the excessive character that makes you fight
New shoes, long beards
As are the stories they tell

In the background of Patrizio's ribbons
I'm 20 years old, sad phrase, it was long ago
The statues of Christ with money for the masses
I no longer smell roses now, Nello rests forever

I think it serves something
Like a father's advice
You got the opposite, alcohol and talk
Between the Island of Nisida up to Secondigliano

With the physique, the books in hand
The book of caliber
Written destinies or choice of life
The blue light you get used to, cold defends you

In faith, a melody accompanies hatred
The newsstand runs out of chronicles
This place makes noise and moves hypocrites
X-5, bingo hall, says "we're breaking up"

The train that passes overhead, the money in poker
It's cold in the evening, ah, it was long ago
And better nothing together than being rich alone
My eyes half closed, ah, it was long ago
You forget who you were yesterday, inspiration is lost
You feel like a prisoner, ah, it was long ago

Professor's perplexities, life in the studios
Lord, help us out here, it was long ago

And the music sometimes calmed, sometimes went crazy
It hid the reflections behind the speakers and behind the slaps
Dad watched from afar, clenching his fists
Dogs in line for milk with shaved heads

And his eyes shining
And inside mine, trust, no limit
Growing up where anger makes you feel different
Hands, handcuffs, shortage of affection

Losing a child, the sidewalk you fill
This hug is not perfect
It was long ago that I understood

And still conferences, feelings with interest
Out of habit, ex-mobsters, nervous youth
Stuff in the kitchen and guns under the chair
I go on stage, the gunshots, the palms

The balls are those who shoot, slow smoke
You have it with me, you are a violent man
And you disturb immediately, stupid
Never leave the police station
Photographs and fingerprints
Because I understood maybe
That burning the flag of obedience to the uniform was

The train that passes overhead, the money in poker
It's cold in the evening, ah, it was long ago
And better nothing together than being rich alone
My eyes half closed, ah, it was long ago

You forget who you were yesterday, inspiration is lost
You feel like a prisoner, ah, it was long ago
Professor's perplexities, life in the studios
Lord, help us out here, it was long ago