Текст и перевод песни Modena City Ramblers - Prega Crest

Prega Crest

Quand a ieren cech a salutev'n i nostr amig
S'ieren fiô de sgnaur o fiô ed puvret an feva gnint
Se ti incountr ades chit ven a sbater cauntra al nes
Dam a meint a me se at deg cle seimper mei chet tes.
Quest al dgiva seimper al padroun dla nostra ca
Che non c'era posto nella loro società
Per chi andeva in gir col pes de dre per al paeis
Che non c'è decoro per nessuna povertà.
Prega, prega Crest perché an te faga piò pener
Giost sal t'impedes ed continuer a ragiuner.
Quand a rincaseva da la festa in societee
Con la testa pina ed chi descours gia consumee
Con la voia ed pianser l'ignoransa e i bas umaur
Ed chi quater gat ch'is'illudeven deser sgnaur
Che per tot la sira iven fat i intelletuee
Sensa mai acorsres dneser eter che muntee
Sensa mai capir deser ste fat come chi can
Che lour i vren veder a pianger e tendrel man.
A pregheva Crest perché an men fesa piò pener
Giost ch'al m'impedesa ed continuer a ragiuner.
Se per mas andeven a la novena per pregher
Et serchev un post un banch per pseires insnucer
Per tgnir fed a Crest cal dis che tot a sam uguee
Soul i sgnour in cesa i gan i post già riservee.
Se it insegnen a scola che a sam tot umanitee
Che c'è un solo padre e che tot a sam uguee
Lour i volen dir che ein tot uguee chi è uguel a lour
E che i operai i deven soul preger al sgnour.
Prega prega Crest perché an te faga piò pener
Giost sal t'impedesa ed continuer a ragiuner.
Se con tota la posa chi gan seimper seta al nes
Lour is seinten fort piò fort che mè ma in tot i ches
Chissà che paura che disaster che impresioun
Quand a sram a stof e andram a veder chi ha ragioun.
Quand a ieren cech e a saluteven i nostr amig
S'ieren fio de sgnour o fio ed puvret an feva gnint
Ma giorno verrà che i turnaran dedsà dal fos
Quand i sran supli con piò ed du meter ed tera ados.
Prega prega Crest perché an te faga piò pener
Giost sal t'impedes ed continuer a ragiuner

Prega Crest

When I was young, they used to say hello to me and my friends
Whether we were the sons of nobles or the sons of the poor, it didn't matter
If you meet them now, they come and bang their heads against you
Give me your hand, and I'll give you my heart, and we'll always be together.
He always said this to the owner of our house
That there was no place for them in their society
For those who wander the streets, begging for scraps
That there is no dignity in poverty.
Pray, pray, Crest, so that you may never make me suffer again
So that you may help me to keep on thinking.
When I returned home from the party at the community center
My head was filled with those words, now worn out
With the desire to weep at the ignorance and the bad moods
Of those wretched creatures who deluded themselves into thinking they were masters
Who had been playing the intellectuals all evening
Without ever realizing how foolish they looked
Without ever understanding that they were just like dogs
That they wanted to see me cry and hold me down.
I prayed to Crest so that he would stop making me suffer
So that he would help me to keep on thinking.
If on Sunday we went to church to pray
And I looked for a place, a bench, to kneel down and pray
To keep faith with Crest, who says that we are all equal
Only the masters have reserved seats in the church.
If they teach you in school that we are all human beings
That there is only one father and that we are all equal
They mean to say that only those who are equal to them are equal
And that the workers must only pray to the Lord.
Pray, pray, Crest, so that you may never make me suffer again
So that you may help me to keep on thinking.
If with all the power they have, they are always thirsty for more
They feel stronger than me, but in all their houses
What fear, what disaster, what a terrible sight
When we have had enough and go to see who is right.
When I was young, they used to say hello to me and my friends
Whether we were the sons of nobles or the sons of the poor, it made no difference
But one day they will return here from the grave
When they will be covered with more than two meters of earth.
Pray, pray, Crest, so that you may never make me suffer again
So that you may help me to keep on thinking