Текст и перевод песни Rocco Hunt - Non rimpiango niente

Non rimpiango niente

Ij mo sto buon, ringraziann a Dij ma si me ne vak ra lok
Ma pe sta gent, pe sta gent chi ce parl)

Nu pensier a sti waglion che criatur 'mbracc senza n'omm affianc e cu na lacrima ca scenn 'nfacc, so piccolin e già vottn o passeggin,
Mammà me fatt a 18 ann sti cos e sacc,
Na speranz a tutt frat ancor chius aret e sbarr,
A chi nun pò scennr ra cas, a chi aspett na cundann,
Nun giudicà nun sputà in ciel ca 'nfacc ritorn,
Na cattiveria se perdon ma nun se scord,
Ij cant pe disoccupat nun m' agg mai scurdat
Quand papà nun faticav e cas o stess se magnav,
Mo a famiglia mij sta bon, ati cient'ann ancor a chi ma rat a voce
E pur l'uso re parol, ij nun rimpiang nient mank a firm ro cuntratt,
E strunzat c'agg fatt, fest e piazz e piazz e crack, cap e cazz fann e dissing,
Nun v'agg mai cacat, ij facc o mij pe fatt mij, vuje sit a scen re frustrat

Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
Sta gent parl, me pò giudicà sultant Dij,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij

Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
Sta gent parl, me pò giudicà sultant Dij,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij

Me guard rint o specchij, vek o rifless e nu mostr,
Mentr guard e fot vecchij immers int a nu mar e fuoss,
Nun guardà si n'omm ten sold e machin bon,
N'omm addivent n'omm sultant primm e s' addorm,
Quand e pensier partn e lascian l'ombr,
A soluzion a truov sultant int a nu vol pe Londra,
16 ann scennev a Malpens, troppi pensier 'ncap
Int a l'età ra strafuttenz, o mal pass e nun dà aurienz,
Chi te sta 'ngopp nun te pens,
Abbracc o calvarij, si carn pe can, si riest in silenzij,
Sunnann renar, affruntann stu mal, affugann po mar, campann pa fam,
Pigl a vol sta chance in partenz,
E quand crir r'avè tutt ca nun tien nient,
Quanta nott riest sul senza amici nè parient
E quant è larg chillu liett, chelli nott senza vient,
Quand piens e pó te pient ra st'ammor che t'aspiett

Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
Sta gent parl, me pò giudicà sultant Dij,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij

Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
Sta gent parl, me pò giudicà sultant Dij,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij

Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
Sta gent parl, me pò giudicà sultant Dij,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij

Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
Sta gent parl, me pò giudicà sultant Dij,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij

Nun rimpiang nient pecchè agg fatt a capa mij,
Sta gent parl, me pò giudicà sultant Dij,
E 'nguoll a me quanta parol, quanta giudizi, quanti storij,
Finalment stong for ij nun ce torn a pescherij

I regret nothing

Baby, I'm good, thank God but if I go away from here
But for these people, for these people who talk about me)

A thought for these guys who grow up on the streets without a man by their side and with a tear running down their face, they are small and already know the walk,
Mom did these things to me at 18, and I know,
A hope for all the brothers even more closed and locked up,
To those who cannot get out of the house, to those who await a sentence,
Don't judge, don't spit in the sky because it comes back in your face,
A wickedness is forgiven but not forgotten,
I sing for the unemployed, I've never forgotten
When dad didn't work and the house itself ate,
Now my family is fine, hundreds of years to those who still give me a voice
And despite the use of words, I don't regret anything, let alone signing contracts,
And the stupid things I've done, parties and squares and squares and crack, head and balls do and dissing,
I've never shitted, I do my thing for myself, you are the stage of the frustrated

I regret nothing because I did it my way,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing

I regret nothing because I did it my way,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing

I look at myself in the mirror, I see the reflection and a monster,
While I look at the old photos immersed in a sea of ​​ditches,
Don't look if a man has money and nice cars,
A man becomes a man only before he falls asleep,
When thoughts leave and leave the shadows,
The solution is found only in a flight to London,
16 years old, I went down to Malpensa, too many thoughts in my head
In the age of recklessness, evil passes and does not give audiences,
Those who are on top of you don't think of you,
Embrace the ordeal, you are meat for dogs, you remain silent,
Dreaming of kidneys, facing this evil, escaping by sea, campaigning for hunger,
Take this chance in installments,
And when you cry to have everything that you don't have,
How many nights you stay alone without friends or relatives
And how wide is that bed, those nights without wind,
When you think and then you cry for this love that awaits you

I regret nothing because I did it my way,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing

I regret nothing because I did it my way,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing

I regret nothing because I did it my way,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing

I regret nothing because I did it my way,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing

I regret nothing because I did it my way,
These people talk, only God can judge me,
And around me how many words, how many judgments, how many stories,
Finally I'm out, I'm not going back to fishing