Текст и перевод песни Mr. Hyde feat. Clementino & Dope One - Guaglio (feat. Clementino, Dope ONE)

Guaglio (feat. Clementino, Dope ONE)

Wagghiù crir′me, sient a me vattind a scol,
Pcchè na pinna accir cchiu e cient pistol.
Si cad a terra nun t salvan e canzon
E niente è buon, si nun si buon!
Rind o final punt a cap e cont o cuor
Nuij simm a guerra e pe campa' simm dulur
Mentre murimm a mienz a vi facimm ammor
Pcché a paur ce fa bell come o sole!
Se sagl se scenn se part e se torna,
Ce sta chi joc e nun ha mai vinciut niend,
Rind a sti vic ci sta l′aria, l'aria mia,
Ma so sicur ce sta e cas pur Dio!
Nuj malati e libertà,
Ma and o rop mo addò sta,
Simm chill e lla regin simm chill e franceschiell,
Simm briganti e simm pur e massaniell!
Sient'm sient′m sient stu core,
Sient′m sient'm sient o rummore,
Nun nce sta vit si nun ce st′ammore,
Guagliò-gliò-gliò-gliò
Sient'm sient′m sient o rummore,
Pur chi car può crer'r ancor,
Rind a nu suogn può nascer o sole,
Guaglò, uh!
Clementino: Si sagl e si scenn, chi accatt e s vend, ch sbattimient!
E alluc o mercat a matina fa part da sveglia
Na famigghia va′annanz cu sett figgh,
E sta cap va in tranche e no s'arripiggh!
Wagghiù sient'm, ca s vuò tu nun è furnut,
Chi nasce a Napl può vincer a partit,
Senza suna′ ne mandulin ne chitarr,
Senza furnì pe na strunzat arret e sbarr!
Simm orgogghius simm fier e sta cazzimm,
Ma è proprio tutta sta cazzimm ca ce mbroggh,
Campamm buon sul pe nu par r′ore,
E c'addurmimm quann gir e sagl o sole!
Se sagl se scenn s′accatt e s venn,
Imprenditori fino a sott e menzi iuorn,
Quand a rumminica iucamm na bullett,
Tenimm a machina e a benzina chi c'a mett?
Nuij malati e libertà,
Ma and o rop mo addò sta,
Simm chill e lla regin simm chill e franceschiell,
Simm briganti e simm pur e massaniell!
Sient′m sient'm sient stu core,
Sient′m sient'm sient o rummore,
Nun nce sta vit si nun ce st'ammore,
Guagliò-gliò-gliò-gliò
Sient′m sient′m sient o rummore,
Pur chi car può crer'r ancor,
Rind a nu suogn può nascer o sole,
Guaglò, uh!
Clementino: Pcché o sacc c la,
Se sagl a ro s fabbric a luce e sto sole ca brucia,
Sto mare ch′è doce, ca strign l'onda attuorn a nuje,
Sai puij, nda nu buji, c′a 'n s ver mai fra,
O culur sta macchiat arret a nu dulur! (Uèèè)
Napl è na carta spuorca, a pulizzamm cu l′ammore,
Na risata e o piant re criaturi inde riun,
E nu suon ca spakk, rind'all'impiand,
E sti regl, fra, già l′amm infrant!
Sient′m sient'm sient stu core,
Sient′m sient'm sient o rummore,
Nun nce sta vit si nun ce st′ammore,
Guagliò-gliò-gliò-gliò
Sient'm sient′m sient o rummore,
Pur chi car può crer'r ancor,
Rind a nu suogn può nascer o sole,
Guaglò, uh!
A Napl Totò, a Napl Trois,
T facc nu surris pur se qua c'est a cris
A Napl ri voc ri mercat ri personn,
L′amm urat princip abusiv com Alessandro Siani.
Wagghiù sient′m, liev a mienz a droga,
Già stamm chin e veleni nda sta terra de fuoch,
I song e Napl, nun t può confondr,
Tu parl mal e Napl, Napl nun può risponnr.

Kid (feat. Clementino, Dope ONE)

Hey girl, believe me, listen to me instead of going to school,
Because a pen hurts more than a hundred guns.
If you fall to the ground, songs won't save you
And nothing is good, if you're not good!
Deep down, I focus on my head and my heart
We are the war, and to live is to suffer
While we die in the middle of the streets, we make love
Because fear makes us beautiful like the sun!
We go up, we go down, we leave and we return,
There are those who play and have never won anything,
In these alleys there is the air, my air,
But I'm sure God's house is here too!
We are sick with freedom,
But where the hell is it now,
We are those of the queen, we are those of the French,
We are brigands and we are also the Masaniello!
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to this heart,
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to the noise,
There is no life if there is no love,
Kid-id-id-id
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to the noise,
Even a prisoner can still believe,
In a dream the sun can be born,
Kid, uh!
Clementino: We go up and down, those who buy and sell, what a mess!
And then the market in the morning is part of waking up
A family goes on with seven children,
And this head goes into pieces and doesn't recover!
Hey girl, listen to me, what you want is not finished,
Those who are born in Naples can win the game,
Without playing the mandolin or guitar,
Without ending up behind bars for some stupid thing!
We are proud, we are strong, and we don't give a damn,
But it's all this not giving a damn that gets us in trouble,
We live well only for a couple of hours,
And we fall asleep when the sun rises and sets!
We go up, we go down, we buy and sell,
Entrepreneurs until noon,
When on Sunday we play a bullet,
We have the car, but who will put the gas in it?
We are sick with freedom,
But where the hell is it now,
We are those of the queen, we are those of the French,
We are brigands and we are also the Masaniello!
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to this heart,
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to the noise,
There is no life if there is no love,
Kid-id-id-id
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to the noise,
Even a prisoner can still believe,
In a dream the sun can be born,
Kid, uh!
Clementino: Because I know it's there,
If the sun rises on the building with the light and this burning sun,
This sea that is sweet, that tightens the wave around us,
You know then, in a look, that we will never see each other again,
The color is stained behind a pain! (Heyyyy)
Naples is a dirty card, we clean it with love,
A laugh and the cry of children in the street,
And a sound that breaks, in the building,
And these rules, girl, we have already broken them!
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to this heart,
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to the noise,
There is no life if there is no love,
Kid-id-id-id
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to the noise,
Even a prisoner can still believe,
In a dream the sun can be born,
Kid, uh!
In Naples there is Totò, in Naples there is Troisi,
I make you smile even if here there is a crisis
In Naples there are the voices of the market, of the people,
We loved abusive princes like Alessandro Siani.
Hey girl, listen to me, rise above the drugs,
We are already full of poisons in this land of fire,
I am the song of Naples, you can't be mistaken,
You speak ill of Naples, Naples cannot answer.