Текст и перевод песни Cosang - Vita bona

Vita bona

Ntò
Stiml e sforz, schif e smorfij nun m smont
Agg vist o sfogg i chi nun s smov
A stirp nov esplos cu nu stil proprio
Tra prcchius ra provinc
E chi implor e provin ai programm i pomerigg
Ind e torr grigg o nomm che s grid è l'allarm
E anzicchè sparagnà, nun tien e ticket pe farmac
O week end è pe fighett, u delinquent nu fa break
Arrotond p difette bleffa ncopp all'irpef
Domand ignorant Co'Sang nun denunc nient
è o lamient re rinunc, a voc i chi soffc e soffr,
Affonn e po s'assoc
Na giurij e strunz assolv chi strupr
Distrugg e criatur, c'assicurn o recuper
To mett ngul co dialett
A cerviell accellr super
Re surc ra ind o cess
A assegn e l'universal
Nun è accussì divers, mi divert o stess
è cert ij assorb a vita bon com a nu tampon
Si m licenzin nun m'arrcett, è tutt appost
I chist ricuttar imit i ricavat, no l'inizial ricamat
Simm suldat, cont o risultat
E a discendenz mij adda sultant distinguer
Ca disciplin e vipr sott e suttan
Nun è curtil ca funtan o cuntà na muntagn
Ma arrivà chiù luntan senza l'aiut e na vuttat

Osala! Oppure usala!
E' solo tua, è un'occasione unica!
'A vita bona!!
So di non essere sempre quello che dico,
Ma ti assicuro almeno mi sacrifico pa vita bon

A forz e l'ambizion è chell ca s'avvicin e stell ra terr
E ricopr a pell re diamant comm o riscatt ro nient
Influenzat ro zolf, violenz.mancanz e speranz
Murimm comm a duj rivoluzionarij armat
È cert ij vogl a vita bon senza fa l'eroe ind a televison
M sentess chiù omm a fa e sold ca drog
A fa sold che mbruoj senza nu padron
Cercann perdon e prettament lassann l'impront
E attravers a strad ro success chian chian
I sold m sann, ij sacc a lor
A music mo è nu lavor
E a gent: fra comm va?
Va nu poc megl pur si parlamm ancor re fierr e ra gent mij ngaler
è a lor c va stu piezz guardann i video ra ind e cell
Si chiur l'uocchij vec ancora a Mariannell
E sper i c strappà na rsat
Guardann a duj napulitan ca ce l'ann fatt a avè nu riscatt
E mai chiù lavà nzalat ind o bidè
Cereal cu l'acqua, a spes ind e discount,
I domicialr, sold facil, 0 galer,
Parlamm che guardij ma mai accurciann e distanz
E ringraziam semp p ogni stanz r'alberg prenotat
Pcchè simm educat e po nun simm abituat
E dispunimm semp ogni lengua avvelenat
Ca vuless criticà pcchè nun simm abituat

Good Life

Nto'
Effort and strain, disgust and grimaces don't break me down.
I have seen the swagger of those who don't make a move.
A new lineage explodes with its own style,
Among a few from the province
And those who implore and beg on the afternoon TV programs.
Inside the gray towers the name that is shouted is the alarm,
And instead of saving money, they don't have tickets for the pharmacy.
The weekend is for kids, a delinquent doesn't take a break,
He rounds up defects, bluffs on the IRPEF.
Ignorant questions, Co'Sang don't report anything,
It's the lament of those who give up, the voice of those who suffocate and suffer,
They sink and then they join.
A jury of bastards acquits those who rape,
Destroy creatures, ensuring recovery.
I put you in the corner with the dialect
To accelerated super brains,
To the kings of rats in the toilet,
The universal assignment.
It's not that different, I entertain myself,
It's certain, they absorb the good life like a tampon.
If they fire me, I won't be hired, it's all good.
These imitators imitate the proceeds, not the initial embroidery.
We are soldiers, count on the result,
And my descendants only have to distinguish
That the discipline of vipers under the floorboards
Is not courtly, that the source of counting a mountain,
But arriving further without the help of a glance.

Take it! Or use it!
It's only yours, it's a unique opportunity!
'The good life!!
I know I'm not always what I say,
But I assure you, at least I sacrifice myself for the good life.

The force of ambition is what brings the stars closer to earth
And covers the skin with diamonds like the redemption of nothing,
Influenced by sulfur, violence, lack of hope.
We die like two armed revolutionaries,
It's certain I want the good life without being a hero on television.
I feel more like a man making money than drugs,
Making money that burns without a master.
Seeking forgiveness and redemption, leaving the imprint
And crossing the road to success, crying, crying.
The cops know me, I know them.
Music is now a job,
And the people: bro, how's it going?
It's going a little better even if we're still talking about iron and my people in jail.
It's to them that this piece goes, watching the videos inside their cells,
If you close your eyes, you can still see Marianella.
And hope to snatch a laugh
Looking at two Neapolitans who made it to redemption
And never again wash lettuce in the bidet,
Cereal with water, shopping at the discount,
House arrest, easy money, 0 jail,
Let's talk to the guards but never shorten the distances.
And always give thanks for every hotel room booked
Because we are polite and then we are not used to it
And we always have every poisoned tongue ready
That wants to criticize because we are not used to it.