Текст и перевод песни Eugenio Bennato - Mon père et ma mère

Mon père et ma mère

Mon père et ma mère
Se sont connus dans la galère
Comme héritage ils m'ont laissé
M'ont laissé dans la misère
Ed è con mio padre e con mia madre
Che ho cominciato a maledire
La geometria di questo mondo
Che non è esattamente tondo
Perché è un mondo fatto a scale
E c'è chi scende e c'è chi sale
Perché è una giostra che gira sempre
E c'è chi sale e c'è chi scende
E chi è baciato dalla fortuna
Chi non gliene va bene una
Perché la scala da scalare
Non è per tutti eguale
Mon père et ma mère
Se sont connus dans la galère
Comme héritage ils m'ont laissé
M'ont laissé dans la misère
Mon père et ma mère
Pour faire la vie que moi j'espère
Comme héritage ils m'ont laissé
Sans passeport et sans papier
Et en partant de Douala
Du Cameroun au Nigeria
Pour traverser le Sahara
Jusqu'à la Méditerranée
Et attraper la patera
Pour accoster à Tarifa
T'as pas besoin de ton visa
Mais de ta chance pour y arriver
E non si può vivere senza amare
Ma si può vivere senza padrone
E da mio padre e da mia madre
Che ho imparato questa canzone
E c'è chi è libero di viaggiare
E chi se viaggia è irregolare
Con la sua carta d'identità
Di Camerun e Senegal
Perché nel mondo fatto a scale
C'è il superfluo c'è l'essenziale
C'è il nord ovest che comanda
E c'è il sud che canta
Mon père et ma mère
Se sont connus dans la galère
Comme héritage ils m'ont laissé
M'ont laissé dans la misère
Mon père et ma mère
Pour faire la vie que moi j'espère
Comme héritage ils m'ont laissé
Sans passeport et sans papier
Au Sahara nous sommes cent mille
à fuir toujours de la famine
Et du démon qui nous retient
Emprisonnés dans notre pays
Allons enfants de la patrie
Nous vers la liberté d'autrui
Ensemble dans le même chemin
Les musulmans et les chrétiens
E c'è la politica e c'è l'arte
E ce c'è chi resta e c'è chi parte
E c'è la guerra e c'è la festa
E c'è chi parte e c'è chi resta
E c'è una favola del potere
E c'è una favola popolare
E da mio padre e da mia madre
Me la son fatta raccontare
E c'è una musica di fanfare
Nel grande esercito coloniale
E c'è una musica della terra
Nel sud che si ribella

My Father and Mother

My father and mother
Met each other in hardship's embrace,
As their legacy, they left me
In a state of destitution and grace.
And it's with my father and mother
That I began to curse,
The geometry of this world,
Which isn't exactly a perfect verse.
Because it's a world made of stairs,
And there are those who climb and those who despair.
Because it's a carousel that's always turning,
And there are those who rise and those who are burning.
And those kissed by fortune's hand,
While others never seem to understand.
Because the ladder to climb,
Isn't the same for all of time.
My father and mother
Met each other in hardship's embrace,
As their legacy, they left me
In a state of destitution and grace.
My father and mother
To build the life that I desire,
As their legacy, they left me
Without passport or burning fire.
And leaving from Douala,
From Cameroon to Nigeria's land,
To cross the Sahara's burning sand,
Reaching the Mediterranean's strand.
And catching the patera's tide,
To reach Tarifa's other side,
You don't need your visa's hold,
But your luck to be bold.
And one can't live without love's embrace,
But one can live without a master's chase.
And from my father and my mother,
I learned this song, like no other.
And there are those who are free to roam,
And those who travel, far from home.
With their identity card,
From Cameroon and Senegal, unmarred.
Because in the world made of stairs,
There's the excess and the essential prayers.
There's the northwest that holds command,
And there's the south, a singing band.
My father and mother
Met each other in hardship's embrace,
As their legacy, they left me
In a state of destitution and grace.
My father and mother
To build the life that I desire,
As their legacy, they left me
Without passport or burning fire.
In the Sahara, we are a hundred thousand strong,
Always fleeing from famine's song.
And from the demon that holds us tight,
Imprisoned in our land, day and night.
Arise, children of our native land,
Towards the freedom of another's hand.
Together on the same path we tread,
Muslims and Christians, side by side, we're led.
And there's politics and there's art's embrace,
And there are those who stay and those who chase.
And there's war and there's celebration's call,
And there are those who leave and those who stand tall.
And there's a fable of power's sway,
And there's a fable of the people's say.
And from my father and my mother,
I had it told to me, like no other.
And there's the music of fanfare's might,
In the grand colonial army's sight.
And there's the music of the earth's sweet sound,
In the south that rebels, profound.