Текст и перевод песни Herman Medrano - Pi Dj Che Operai

Pi Dj Che Operai

Me svejo un poco prima e togo portobello
Sento che sto qua xe el me jorno fortunello
Xe mesi che me serco un lavoro tuto el dì
So straco, no se poe 'ndare vanti cussì
Un ocio al'insersion che el lavoro queo bon
El xe scrito picoeto e sconto fra un milion
Che come che lo vedo quasi quasi sigo
Me fiondo sol teéfono e ciamo un me amigo
"Un colpo de cùeo, go trovà na dita
Che el lavoratore no lo assume, lo affita
Me pare che se possa fare sensa risc-iare
Oramai so esperto nel farme incueare"
Anca se el stipendio xe pitosto basso
Pa l'orario in cui me svejo e pa queo che fasso
Devo pensaghe mejo e parlare coi miei
Me sa che nel fratenpo vado a fare el dj

Funk, hip hop, sanba o salsa
Ghe n'è pa tuti i gusti, fin al mal de pansa
Che come se voltemo semo sassinai
In giro ghe xe quasi pi dj che operai
Vero, finto, show oppure farsa
Ghe n'è pa tuti i gusti, e forse xe massa
Che anca i sindacati oramai xe preocupai
In giro ghe xe quasi pi dj che operai

Uncuò no go dormio pa pensare al nome d'arte
Come el stress che me vien ramenando carte
Xe inportante che eà xente seo ricorda sin da subito
Vegno su dal leto o fasso piaghe de decupito
Oramai i nomi li go provai xa tuti
Da dj francesco a dj mille ruti
Dj maseneta? o dj pevarassa?
Me piase a fruta seca, dj stracaganassa
Nei week end de sicuro mi no me anoio
Ciapo tanti schei e me svejo quando vojo
Remix de scorese che risono dal vivo
Ma a dire a verità go soltanto un obietivo
Tanta ma tanta ma tanta figarea
No so, in testa pi chealtro mi go quea
Che a musica no conta xe soeo che un pretesto
No farò l'operaio, basta soeo questo

Funk, hip hop, sanba o salsa
Ghe n'è pa tuti i gusti, fin al mal de pansa
Che come se voltemo semo sassinai
In giro ghe xe quasi pi dj che operai
Vero, finto, show oppure farsa
Ghe n'è pa tuti i gusti, e forse xe massa
Che anca i sindacati oramai xe preocupai
In giro ghe xe quasi pi dj che operai

Fra house tecno eletronica o rock
No go che da decidere el dj che sarò
E anca se i cd no li go mai conprai
Me posso anca rangiare co quei masterizai
Ghe voria calcosseta pa farse notare
Fin che meto i dischi podaria anca cantare
O podaria baeare, ma me sa xa i lo fa
No basta na paruca ghe voe vere novità
El dì del me debuto me porto un pegnateo
Cusino un bel museto e lo magno col buèo
Lancio fete de sopressa in testa sol publico
Bevarò cocktail missià co peo pubico
Basta na cagada, eà xente ghe ne parla
Varda, gnanca dirla se fa prima farla
Mi sarò el primo, si però ghe voe corajo
Almanco scanparò un futuro da operaio

Funk, hip hop, sanba o salsa
Ghe n'è pa tuti i gusti, fin al mal de pansa
Che come se voltemo semo sassinai
In giro ghe xe quasi pi dj che operai
Vero, finto, show oppure farsa
Ghe n'è pa tuti i gusti, e forse xe massa
Che anca i sindacati oramai xe preocupai
In giro ghe xe quasi pi dj che operai

More DJs Than Workers

I wake up a little early and grab a portobello mushroom,
I feel like today is my lucky day.
I've been looking for a job all day for months,
I'm tired, you can't go on like this.
A glance at the classifieds for that good job,
It's written small and hidden among a million others.
As soon as I see it, I almost follow it,
I dive into the phone and call a friend of mine.
"Give me a hand, I found a catch,
The employer doesn't hire, he rents.
It seems to me that we can do it without risking,
By now I'm an expert at getting screwed."
Even if the salary is quite low,
For the time I wake up and for what I do,
I have to think better and talk to my family,
I know that in the meantime I'm going to be a DJ.

Funk, hip hop, samba or salsa
There's something for every taste, until your stomach hurts,
That as soon as we turn around, we're stoned
There are almost more DJs than workers around,
True, fake, show or farce,
There's something for every taste, and maybe it's too much,
That even the unions are now worried,
There are almost more DJs than workers around.

One night I didn't sleep to think of a stage name,
Like the stress that comes from dealing cards,
It's important that people remember me right away,
I get out of bed or I get bedsores,
By now I've tried all the names,
From DJ Francesco to DJ Thousand Routes,
DJ Little Apple? or DJ Pepper?
I like dried fruit, DJ Dried Prune,
On weekends I'm definitely not bored,
I get a lot of money and wake up whenever I want,
Remixes of the past that resonate live,
But to tell you the truth, I only have one goal,
A lot, a lot, a lot of girls,
I don't know, that's all I have in my head,
Music doesn't matter, it's just an excuse,
I won't be a worker, that's all it takes.

Funk, hip hop, samba or salsa
There's something for every taste, until your stomach hurts,
That as soon as we turn around, we're stoned,
There are almost more DJs than workers around,
True, fake, show or farce,
There's something for every taste, and maybe it's too much,
That even the unions are now worried,
There are almost more DJs than workers around.

Between house techno electronic or rock,
I just have to decide what kind of DJ I'll be,
And even if I've never bought CDs,
I can also get by with those burned ones.
I wish I had something to get noticed,
As long as I'm playing records, I might as well sing,
Or I could dance, but I guess they already do,
A wig is not enough, you need real news.
The day of my debut I'll bring a pig's head,
I'll sew a nice snout and eat it with the ox,
I'll throw salami slices at the audience's heads,
I'll drink cocktails mixed with pubic hair,
Just one crap, and people will talk about it,
Look, don't even say it if you don't do it first,
I'll be the first, yes, but it takes courage,
At least I'll avoid a future as a worker.

Funk, hip hop, samba or salsa
There's something for every taste, until your stomach hurts,
That as soon as we turn around, we're stoned,
There are almost more DJs than workers around,
True, fake, show or farce,
There's something for every taste, and maybe it's too much,
That even the unions are now worried,
There are almost more DJs than workers around.