Текст и перевод песни Cosang - Int'o Rione

Int'o Rione

Int′o rion. Int'o rion
C truov int′o rion nun m' sent buon mammà c' me succer e frat
Mij s′ fummn ancor e dint è fras nostr stà a rivoluzion chist è o suon
Nuov o′ saij che mal ammor Se for e macchin fuman' ncopp e cuofn

Prima e fatica ò microfono
è cos gross a chi ci prov
è troij′ a chi sè trov
Luch' produce
E rint è strofe, è pover e iuorn ìnfam che t fann′ movr

Se ndò rion' chi sta rind vest buon
E a muglier spenn e s pomp′ o uaglion ca venn
Ind' o rion e saij ca è o ver
T'offr nu taglij add′o barbier po t′arrobb
Trem mentr astregn o' fierr ′ngap ten l'ombr

Frat′ contr'a frat
Miet′t pure a man 'nfront
Ma n'at l′aizà cumm a cap e chi port e mbasciat
Stu munn zuopp nun sso pigl′ o'megl′ e nuij

Vutt l'acqu′ pecchè è chin e ragg' fra′
So' frat 'ncatenat
E a vit′ scorr annanz all′uocchie mentr fui fra'
Ij sto ca′ mischian caffè-latte cappuccin
Femmene riren è a capa mi' ca nun cammin

So crisciut cu ch′impenn e cagn è marc che man semp vestut firmat senza bisogn re pat, e mo
C vir arind' e machin che rot chiu gross re cap nostr
E fann appost si nun c uardan
Ma i nun song o′ classic pisciazziel è Napl
Ca se sent a D'Alessio e aropp fa l'uocchie a cattiv
Ij e schif a tutt quant e tutt a coca ca s′ tiran ncopp e sposalizzi

Ce so stat arò s′accir l'art
Ij rappresent a vit o′ ver
E chell che man ncopp e ringhier
Add'o piacer s′ammisur a strisce
Ammirazione pe chi è ricc senza rischij
A strad comm ispirazion pe ffa' è disc

C truov int′o rion nun m' sent buon mammà c' me succer e frat
Mij s′ fummn ancor e dint è fras nostr stà a rivoluzion chist è o suon
Nuov o′ saij che mal ammor Ca s'abbin a cint ca nov e vintun
E cellular squillan e facc′ e quarant'ann schin a quant cost cost
E vir a sott all′uocchie a robb scav'
A strad a rat n′at esam a nui nun c par stran

E man e man
E figl' nuostr se fann uommn prima e s fa ruoss
E chest sai che va a Cerozz
Ij mo sto cca' co fon nmano aspettan co sang evapor guardand e cunt trasn
E tutt e frat mi′

Prima mpennan e po morn e s′abbrucian
Petrament e rime nostr sonan'
E ce mannan milleecinquecient guardie e chiù
E nun ferman manc′un e nui pecchè a fam allucc'
A piett a′nnur sacc' c′a pac è n'utopia
Pe chest i port a'ragg ′n miezz a via
E pe chest e tarantell s magnan a faccia mia
E nun so stanc e cchiù me dann e cchiù me pigl′

Ammirij rosic
E a mericin è a music
Tu ch me ric'
I cresc muscol′ e ven e caric senza tabbacc
Senz n'abbracc o facc nfoner′
Ninnil' se fann uommn che sacc chien

Chi è d′ cca sap ch r'è
Chi vuless esser c fa verè quanti compless ten
Copi l'accent re cas popolar
Cu ati consonant ati vocal
Sta mal a′rop ott buttegl′

A gent nostr ra Germania vonn o megl'
Pochi bagagli e sord ind′ e bust e plastic
Buoni uagliun
Futton o stat che cappott favze ma senza bott

E tutt'appost ogg a vit cost
T ver′n elegant.t ten'n ngann
So ridicol′ nne dic e nom lor
Comunic nun giudic'
L'ammor è l′unic cca′ddor ancor
E se perd ind'o rion

C truov int′o rion nun m' sent buon mammà c′ me succer e frat
Mij s' fummn ancor e dint è fras nostr stà a rivoluzion
Chist è o suon nuov o′ saij che mal ammor

In the Neighborhood

In the neighborhood. In the neighborhood
What you find in the neighborhood doesn't feel good to me, mama, with my in-laws and brother
We're still smoking and within our phrases lies the revolution, this is the sound
A new sound, you know, that bad love That goes with belts that are new and twenty-one

Before the struggle, the microphone
is so big for those who try it
is found by those who are found
Luch produces
And within the verses, the poor and infamous days that make you move

If in the neighborhood you're dressed well
And the wife spends and shows off the boy who comes
In the neighborhood you know it's the truth
I'll offer you a haircut at the barber then I'll rob you
I tremble as I tighten the iron, hold the shadow in the gap

Brother against brother
Even put your hand in front
But no one raised you like those who wear and kiss the ground
This crippled world, I'm not taking the best of us

Throw away the water because it's full of rays, bro
They're chained brothers
And life runs before my eyes while I was away, bro
I stand here mixing latte, cappuccino
Women laugh and my head doesn't walk

I grew up with the commitment and the dogs of the brand who never wore designer clothes without needing a father, and now
That I see inside the cars that spin bigger than our heads
And they make noise if they're not looked at
But I'm not the classic Neapolitan kid
Who listens to D'Alessio and then looks bad
I'm disgusted by everyone and all the coke they throw at weddings

I've been there to tighten the art
I represent the true life
And what's on the railings
To pleasure measure yourself in stripes
Admiration for those who are rich without risk
The street as inspiration to make the album

What you find in the neighborhood doesn't feel good to me, mama, with my in-laws and brother
We're still smoking and within our phrases lies the revolution, this is the sound
New, you know that bad love that matches the belts that are new and twenty-one
And cell phones ring and make forty years back to when it cost this much
And look under the eyes at the torn clothes
The street is a rat, no exams for us, it doesn't seem strange to us

And hand in hand
And our children become men early and it turns red
And this you know that goes to Cerez
Now I'm here with a phone in hand, waiting with evaporating blood, looking at the passing accounts
And all my brothers

First they fly and then they die and burn
Our rhymes and rhymes sound
And they send us fifteen hundred guards and more
And they don't stop any of us because we give them the evil eye
With an open chest, I know that peace is a utopia
That's why I bring the rays in the middle of the road
And that's why the tarantellas eat my face
And I'm not tired and the more they hurt me the more I take

Admire, gnaw
And the medicine is the music
You who tell me
I grow muscles and come and load without tobacco
Without a hug or make me sink
Lullabies make men who know how to fill

Who is from here knows what there is
Who wants to be shows how many complexes he has
Copy the accent of the projects
With other consonants, other vowels
It's bad after eight bottles

Our people go to Germany, they want the best
Few bags and money in plastic bags
Good boys
They fuck the state that overturns faces but without hitting

And it's all good today, life costs
You look elegant, they deceive you
I'm ridiculous, I say their names
Communicate, don't judge
Love is the only heat left
And if you get lost in the neighborhood

What you find in the neighborhood doesn't feel good to me, mama, with my in-laws and brother
We're still smoking and within our phrases lies the revolution
This is the new sound, you know that bad love