Текст и перевод песни Fuossera - Spirito e Materia

Spirito e Materia

Hip hop...
Hip hop...

RIT. Quand o fumm è dens e sagl e ratt 'n gann
Miezz e cundann
Quand o fumm è dens e sagl e ratt 'n gann
Mitragl a cap

Parlann e femmn/ vetr fumè so e primm a vennr/pompn int e machin e s'esaltn/si e fierr sentn/so manic ghiacciat darcin d'argentat/Aspirazion cagnat: cangn e stell/mo a cap nun vol ma rotl 'n terr/e nui? più guardamm e raccuntamm nun ce rassignamm/ fantasticand, criann, pensann tiemp fermamm/ma nun s'arrestn. Ferm a puman e mman 'n cuoll re guardie/ frat re faid. Attuorn a fam strozz/case brillant, jacuzz/ Nennell ca nun crern a storia e favl in carrozz e s va annanz a forz e vivr./ Uomn libr perdn o stiml, a famm int' o spirit;/ ma materia taj e vivr:/ so lam 'n gann e a ridr p da curagg/ s part int a nu viagg e ragg, riflession,/ sentenn 'n cuoll e riflettor.

Iesc arò se gliett o fuoc 'n copp all'acqu/ e p'o calmà s'aisn e tacc a spill re femmn e chill/re fanatic sbirr. Na birr guardn e natic:/s parl eretic.spirit e materia./E' nu terren fertil: suonnamm ammor e machin. Contraddizion fragil e incert. Mentr e sell tremn,/nu cor pomp, di cor, tre cor, quattr: affermn e fermn a nott aro s tratt n'argoment e lott, sopravvivenz o sopraffazion./A fed è e ognun e a bibbi' è o lor a ret e rin./Pa scol' e l'omm libr' s pes n'copp a libr: è cinic o sensibl, o fridd/t pont o calibr facil.e nui chi simm?/cercamm equilibri' int a nu libr e pazz./AggiL a legg re legg favs, firm pregiat cuorp static, li-mitat ra prchiacc 'n cap. Fil e pell fann e fil p'a stim e l'altr/cu chell che ten'n.

Minaccie e percors, gest violent, lacrm, scuorn e a paur e venr n'at gliuorn,/targ copert, casc integrant, e attill ca fann l'uomn./Diec or e fatic e teng a machina bell./E cambiann ogni sicond e finanziari s'abboffn./Mentr ridi e man e ling s'annorzn./Pont r'iceberg tagln e cart, /girann e pagin m'immerg/'nt o disprezz senza margin./Tavulin e cart: brava gent./scagn spicci e sorris: nun glià sentì o pes./Timberland lascn l'orm 'nt a pec. /S trov pac: o pan int e mman a chi nun è capac./Oucchie innocent stendn e mman 'n ropp o durmient a chill ca adda carè senza valor:/sul pe se stess l'ammor./Vigiland portavalor /e ben ra l'or int e caricator./Man vacant e o rispett è o lor. /Carn e foglie e dingnità e orgoglio./O ghiacc int all'aria e o fredd c coglie.e se perd a memori'.

RIT. Quand o fumm è dens e sagl e ratt 'n gann
Miezz e cundann
Quand o fumm è dens e sagl e ratt 'n gann
Mitragl a cap

Spirit and Matter

Hip hop...
Hip hop...

CHORUS. When the smoke is thick and the rats are running
Among the condemned
When the smoke is thick and the rats are running
Gunshots to the head

Talking about women / tinted windows, I'm the first to come / they pump in the cars and get excited / they feel the iron / my hands are icy, stealing silver / Aspirations changed: bitches and stars / now the head doesn't want but rolls on the ground / and us? the more we look and tell ourselves, we don't resign ourselves / fantasizing, creating, thinking time stops / but it doesn't stop. Stop the fist and hand on the neck of the guards / brothers of the fairies. Around the hungry throat / shiny houses, jacuzzis / Babies who don't believe in stories and fairy tales in strollers and they go on by force of living. / Free men lose the stimulus, hunger in the spirit; / but matter cuts and lives: / they are blades in the hand and laugh to give courage / they leave on a journey of rags, reflections, / feeling the neck and the reflector.

I'll go out if the ice melts the fire on the water / and to calm it down they light up and start talking about women and those / fanatic cops. A beer watching the buttocks: / they talk heretical. spirit and matter. / It's a fertile ground: we play love and machines. Fragile and uncertain contradictions. While the saddles tremble, / a heart pumps, two hearts, three hearts, four: they affirm and stop the night, now we're dealing with an argument of struggle, survival or overpowering. / Faith is everyone's and drinking is theirs, to deny and rinse. / For the school of the free man, weigh yourself on a book: it's cynical or sensitive, cold / you can't easily calibrate it. and who are we? / we seek balance in a book of crazy people. / Add to the law of laws in your favor, static bodies with precious firms, li-mits for those who have a head injury. Threads and skin make threads for the stimulus and the other / with what he holds.

Threats and paths, violent gestures, tears, discouragement and the fear of coming another day, / covered plates, integral helmets, and suits that make the man. / Ten hours of work and they keep the car nice. / And the financiers change every second and stuff themselves. / While you laugh and your hands and tongues twist. / Iceberg tips cut the cards, / turning the pages I immerse myself / in contempt without margins. / Card tables: good people. / quick changes and smiles: don't feel the weight. / Timberlands leave the mark in the sin. / Peace is found: bread in the hands of those who are not capable. / Innocent eyes stretch out their hands behind the sleep of those who must care without value: / love only for themselves. / Vigilance brings value / and good from the hour in the charger. / Empty hands and respect is theirs. / Flesh and leaves and dignity and pride. / The ice in the air and the cold that catches you. and the memory is lost.

CHORUS. When the smoke is thick and the rats are running
Among the condemned
When the smoke is thick and the rats are running
Gunshots to the head