Текст и перевод песни Enzo Avitabile - È nnato

È nnato

Dint'a na barracca, a acqua e viento
Sott'è cartune, co male tiempo,
Ca famma, co friddo, chine è paure,
Nisciuno na mane, proprio nisciuno.

E' NNATO! E' NNATO!

'Ncopp'a nu marciappiede, chin'è fummo
Tra llucche e strille na varca a funno,
Areta a' nu furgone ca purtave è surdate,
Sott'à na tenda, mmiez'è sfullate,

E' NNATO! E' NNATO!

Pietà sott'à stu cielo, sanghe fracete e veleno,
Paure cuccate a'ppiere, annascunnute annanz'à nu vrasiere,
Pietà, quartiere abbandonate, sciugliute ajere mmiez'è panne spase,
Uommene ch'è zzan'afora, arruciuliate dint'ò surore

E' NNATO! E' NNATO!

Ca resistenza, ca ribbellione, ca cammis'è forza
Mmiez'à na rivoluzione,
Dint'à na stragge, sott'à n'incendie,
Sott'è massacre e è bumbardamente,

E' NNATO! E' NNATO!

Pietà, senza famiglia, né ccasa, né terra, nemmeno nu ciore
Ggente felice surtante, pecchè nun sente cchiù dulore
Pietà, nott'è malammore, juorne marchiate a ffuoco,
Viente fance partì, scuscianno a poco a poco.

E' NNATO! E' NNATO!

Pietà, carcere ò scure, fierre arrugginite e scarrafune,
Appevvuje sti mmane aizate, avasciate sti cannune,
Pietà si ò ddice ò Sole, lacreme perze mmiez'à via
Vasate è piere è stu munno, stelle vicine ò core è Ddio.

E' NNATO! E' NNATO!

He is born

In a shack, in water and wind
Under cardboard, in bad weather,
With hunger, with cold, full of fear,
No one in the morning, no one at all.

He is BORN! He is BORN!

On a sidewalk, full of smoke
Between cries and screams a boat sinks,
Near a van that carried soldiers,
Under a tent, amidst the refugees,

He is BORN! He is BORN!

Pity under this sky, blood brothers and poison,
Fear crouched at your feet, hiding in front of a brazier,
Pity, abandoned neighborhoods, melted yesterday amidst hung fabrics,
Men who are outside, huddled in the mud

He is BORN! He is BORN!

Resistance, rebellion, strength marches
Within a revolution,
In a massacre, under an arson,
Under massacre and bombing,

He is BORN! He is BORN!

Pity, without family, house, land, not even a heart
Happy people jumping, because they don't feel pain anymore
Pity, nights of nightmares, days marked by fire,
Young children leave, disappearing little by little.

He is BORN! He is BORN!

Pity, prison or ax, rusty iron and cockroaches,
Lift up your raised hands, lower your guns,
Pity if the sun says so, tears are lost in the street
The stones of this world are kissed, the stars are close to God's heart.

He is BORN! He is BORN!