Текст и перевод песни Herman Medrano - El Mondo Dei Furbi

El Mondo Dei Furbi

I me ga dito diseducativo, e cativo
Ma cuaeo sarisseo el motivo?
Se xe par cueo che vedo o pa come che mea vivo
Se pa cueo che scrivo o pa come che tea digo
Se sa, tuto ben fin che no te fe le bauco
Eo' so, ea' va ben fin che no i ciapa el cuco
Se sa, no piase ne' i desfai ne i rosti
Ne cuei che vol fare i originai a tuti i costi
Ma insieme co i amici dee volte te te mis-ci
E no teo se miga cossa che te ris-ci
Far dee monade e no conossar conseguense
E ostinasse a ciamarle esperiense
Te vien mal de testa, xente come el paltan
E in pi brusori de pansa e spissa e man
Metete ea' corassa 'ndando fora stamatina
E no state pi desmentegare casa ea' vaseina

Sta tento no sta mai 'ndare massa vanti
Che se te fe na capea te paghi pa tuti cuanti
Te resti da soeo e no te te capissi pi
Ma nissuni te voe pi ben de cueo che te poi voetene ti
Meta' de sti cua' xe come armando
I te incuea caminando, i te vien da drio sensa dite cuando
I xe cassi, i xe i stessi che dise: forsa ragassi
E intanto i altri, i altri move i brassi
Ferma tuto, cua' calcheduni fa el furbo
Gnente par gnente ma no pago pal disturbo
Cua' ciapasse dee fregade xe un flash
Par cuesto che da desso voio pagamenti cash
No canbio pi idea, co i te sfia el tacuin daea scarsea
Come un cussin da na intimea
Cavaghe i vestiti e xe ben poco cueo che resta
Ma cavate daea testa de cavameo daea testa

Me pare che el sia un mondo organiza', taia', fato a posta pa i furbi
Cua' i xe bravi onesti i pensa aea fameia e te poi fidate de tuti
Ma cua' i xe anca tuti de corsa parche' bisogna fare tanti, tanti ma tanti schei
Cua' anca el pi marso dei peociosi el se conporta come se el fusse agnei

Ok posso fermame cua' pa tirare un fia' el fia'
Go problemi, ma dime, chi no ne ga?
Stravaca' sol divano fasso pensieri da afgano
Pakistano, herman medrano
No ea' vedo cussi' tragica ma gnanca cussi' magica
Anca se ea' xe peso de come se sea imagina
Serte robe va storte, ma ea' cuestion no xe cuando
Ma cuanto e cuante volte
Ciaro, l'ultima roda del caro me deprime
No stame pi ciamar se no te ghe gnente da dime
Se coi milioni ti te fe el patio e te peschi dal mio
Meio che te preghi el to dio
Boia can, tira zo chee man dal pan
O ti te te magni tuto come un bruco american
Me dispiase un fia' ma teo se come che ea' va
Cueo inbalsama', sea ciapa senpre cua'

The World of the Sly Ones

You have called me un-educational and wicked
But what, oh Pharisee, is the reason?
Is it because of what I see or how I live,
Because of what I write or how I tell you,
You know, all's well that ends well,
You know, it's all well until disaster strikes.
You know, I don't like disappointments or embarrassments,
Or those who want to be original at all costs.
But together with friends, you often mingle,
And you don't even know what you are risking.
To make a lot of mistakes and not to know the consequences,
And to persist in calling them experiences.
You have a headache, people like the vagrant,
And always stomach aches and often your hands.
Cover yourself with a leather jacket when you go out this morning
And don't forget to take vaseline with you.

Be careful, never go too far,
Because if you make a mistake, you will pay for everyone.
You will be left alone and you will no longer understand yourself,
But no one loves you more than you can love yourself.
Half of these guys are like Armando,
They encourage you to go on, they come after you without telling you when.
They are cunning, they are the same ones who say: come on guys.
And in the meantime, the others, the others move their arms.
Stop everything, someone here is playing dirty,
Nothing for nothing, but I'm not paying for the trouble.
Those who pull your strings are fast,
That's why I want cash payments from now on.
I won't change my mind anymore, when you draw your money it will be scarce,
Like a cushion with a hole in it.
Take off your clothes and there is very little left,
But get it out of your head to get it out of your head.

It seems to me that it is a world organized, cut out, made for the sly ones.
Those who are good and honest think of their families and you can trust them all.
But there are also those who are always in a hurry because they have to make lots, lots, and lots of money.
Even the smallest of the scoundrels behaves as if he were a lamb.

Okay, I can stop here to catch my breath.
I have problems, but tell me, who doesn't?
Lying on the couch, I am thinking like an Afghan.
Pakistani, Herman Medrano.
I don't see it as tragic, but not as magical either,
Even if it is painful to imagine how it will be.
Some things go wrong, but it's not a question of when,
But how much and how many times.
Of course, the last wheel of the carriage depresses me.
Don't call me anymore if you have nothing to tell me.
If with millions you make a patio and fish from mine,
I'd rather you pray to your god.
Damn it, take your hands off the bread,
Or you will eat everything like an American silkworm.
I'm sorry, but that's how it is.
That embalmed thing, they always take that here.