Текст и перевод песни Franco Ricciardi - Ajere

Ajere

Chi avuto giorni senza sole a passare dietro ai vetri di un dolore
Il brutto mese di dicembre, che sembrava non volesse mai finire
Chi ha avuto in tasca troppi sogni da rubare alla realtà
Lo sai che il buio non fa paura ed ogni lacrima col tempo asciughera
Simme crescite senza niente rind e vico, senza n'albero e natale
E pa befane nu regalo semp o stesso rind o scatolo e cartone
L'uocchie chiuse rind o scure, fammi crescere ti prego mio Gesu
Me so stancato e fa o creature rind a
Stu munno, addo o creature nun si chiu
E chillu vasce sta la, sta e casa ancore mamma

Ca me scetav accussi, cu ciente lire e caffe, ajere
Cu tutt o tiempo ca se ne va, e ancora ajere
Vulesse ca stisse nzieme a me, ma nun e ajere
E dint a chesta citta c avimme mbarata a campa
C avimme mbarata aspetta ricenne semp chissa
Riman, che c'e vuluto pe ce scaffa nu poc e man
Ajere e na fotografia pe te fa ricurda quand era ajere
M annascunnrva sott' o liett pa paura quando pateme alluccav
E quanda sera senz cena, ma che fridd rind o cor me scennev
Giurai che sarei scappato via per sempre ma un bambino non lo sa
Che ogni lacrime che scenne rind a l'uocchio rind o vient se ne va

Vulesse ca stisse nzieme a me
Ma nun e ajere
E dint a chesta citta, c hamma imparat a campa
C'amma imparato aspetta ricenne semp chissa rimane
Che c'e vuluto pe c'e scaffa nu poc e man
Ajere e na fotografia pe te fa ricurda quando era ajere
E dint a chillu vasce sta e case ancora mamma
Ca me scetava accussi cu cento lire e cafe, ajere

Yesterday

Those who have had sunless days behind the glass of pain,
The nasty month of December that seemed like it would never end,
Those who have had too many dreams to steal from reality in their pockets,
Know that darkness is not scary, and every tear will eventually dry
We grew up with nothing, in the streets and alleys, without a tree or a Christmas,
And from the Befana, the same old gift, in a box or cardboard carton,
Close your eyes in the dark, let me grow up, I beg you, my Jesus,
I'm tired of being a child in this
World, where children are no more
And that ship is still there, it's still home, mom

Because I used to wake up like that, with a hundred lire and coffee, yesterday
Like all the time that passes by, and it's still yesterday
I wanted you to be with me, but it's not yesterday
And in this city, we have learned to get by,
We have learned to always wait for this one, stay the same
Stay, there's nothing left to lend us a hand
Yesterday is a photo to make you remember when it was yesterday
I used to hide under the bed, scared when my father yelled.
And when it was cold at night, but what a shiver ran through my heart
I swore that I would run away forever, but a child doesn't know
That every tear that falls in the eye, in the wind, goes away

I wish you were here with me.
But it's not yesterday.
And in this city, where we've learned to get by,
We've learned to always wait for this one, stay the same.
There's nothing left to lend us a hand.
Yesterday is a photo to make you remember when it was yesterday.
And in that ship, it's still home, mom.
Because I used to wake up like that, with a hundred lire and coffee, yesterday.