Текст и перевод песни Nino D'Angelo - Mamma Preta

Mamma Preta

Mamma Preta
Ca nun riesce a durmì manc′a sera
E te stancano 'e stesse penziere
Ca t′asciuttano 'o mare
Accussi nun può ghì luntano
E si famme e si pane
Pe chi astregne 'e diente
P′aspetta dimane
Ma cca nisciuno vuò cagnà niente
Pecchè niente e tuttocosa
Addò cu ′o male s'arrangia ′e gente
È pecchè bene nun se ne trova
E nun se po capi
'A ragione ′e chi nun parla
Si cunusce 'a prepotenza
′O deritto è nu lamiento
Pe chì t'ha 'dda cumannà
E vaje senza nu Dio ca t′aiuta
A sfidà n′ata jurnata
C'accummencia già fernuta
Mamma preta
Addo maie po′ venì a primavera
Pecchè senza radice' ′o turreno
Nun po' crescere ciure
E se vola addò stanno ′e culure
A speranza è luntana
E chi aspetta sempe
Nun arriva maje
Ma cca nisciuno vuò cagnà niente
Pecchè niente e tuttocosa
Addò cu 'o male s'arrangia ′e gente
È pecchè bene nun se ne trova
E nun se po capi
′A ragione 'e chi nun parla
Si cunusce ′a prepotenza
'O deritto è nu lamiento
Pe chì t′ha 'dda cumannà
E te truove ′sott e sbaglie
Cu nu marchio sempe 'ncuollo
Mentre 'a voce d′ ′a pacienza
S'e stancata e se stancà
E vaie senza nu Dio ca t′aiuta
'A sfidà n′ata jurnata
C'accummencia già fernuta

Black Mother

Black Mother
You can't even sleep at night
And you're tired of the same thoughts
That dry you out
So you can't go far
And you make food and bread
For those who clench their teeth
Wait until tomorrow
But here nobody wants to change anything
Because nothing is everything
Where people get by with evil
And because there is no good to be found
And it can't be understood
The reason of those who don't speak
The arrogance is known
The right is a complaint
For those who have to command you
And you go without a God to help you
To face another day
That begins already finished
Black Mother
Where spring can never come
Because without roots, the soil
Can't grow flowers
And if it flies where the colors are
Hope is far away
And those who always wait
Never arrive
But here nobody wants to change anything
Because nothing is everything
Where people get by with evil
And because there is no good to be found
And it can't be understood
The reason of those who don't speak
The arrogance is known
The right is a complaint
For those who have to command you
And you find yourself under the mistakes
With a mark always on your back
While the voice of patience
Is getting tired and getting tired
And you go without a God to help you
'A sfidà n′ata jurnata
C'accummencia già fernuta