Текст и перевод песни Rocco Hunt - Nun è giusto

Nun è giusto

Pemme nun è giusto
No nun è giusto
Pemme non è giusto

Si sta vita è comm a nu biliard
Allor ij pigl a mir pe nu colp e spond
Si e decis over e me sta affianc
Vir e nun fa domand ca nun pozz risponn
E facc e Crist ca purtat nguoll
V'hann vist e s'hann mis scuorn
M'addumand quas tutt e juorn
Ca cuscienza sporc comm pigl suonn

Patre trascurn nu figl ca crescen sul, mpazzut, sbandat
Chi fa abbundunà na famigl
Pemme nun è n'omm è sultant nu nfam

Otto potent manovrn o munn
Talment re sord ma che se ne fann?
Si 'sti sold, fra', so fatt e cart
E a vuij nun cost nient pcchè n'e stampat?

A repression ca cresc e aropp fernescn tutt e passion
Mo fann e diffid pe nient
Si abbicc na torcia o si cacc o striscion
Pemme nun è giusto ca chi fa e macchiett
Ngopp a pell nostr mo sta ancor for
Pemme nun è giusto ca rassegnazion
Loc è a primma cos ca te mpar a scol

Finché o lampion n'se stut
A nott ra pace e guagliun perdut
Ca cap int e cunt e a paur re punt
C'antenn chiù gross e a paletta ca spunt
Vec a nu pat int o centro scommess
E a dignità corr appriess o cavall
Vec a na nonn ca preg int a mess
O pret che parl, cont roij pall

Fra' nun è giusto
Ca ncielo se chiammn semp e chiù buoni guagliun
Pemme nun è giusto
Na mamm ca sfog o rulor addo Barbara D'Urso
No, nun è giusto
Chi ten tant e chi nun ten nient
E pemme nun è giusto
Chi sta chiagnenn e chi sta rerenn
E pemme nun è giusto

Sti criatur stann catturat pcchè già a 10 anni tenen n'iPhone
Nuij criscevm ca fantasij
Mentr chisti ca già sapn 'tt cos
O comun a nuij ce lev e fuoc
E chianu chian pur e tradizion
Po c'abboff e centr commercial
Pcchè vuij campat appalt e corruzion
Nuij amm vist infern e paradis
Pcchè simm nat e muort o stess juorn
Na disgrazia ven e nun t'avvis
E po cagnà na vit rint a nu second
Ca nu pate cresc a sette figl, fra'
Sette figl nun campn a nu pate
Me fa schif quand o stess sang
Se parl sultant aret a n'avvocat

Nun è giusto ca te ne si jut e me lasciat a sul sott a sta tempest
Tu si stat brav che parol ma se port o vient pe me cont o gest
Dio perduonc tutt e peccat
Ma pur tu ce abbandunat loc
Nun è giusto ca sta terra soffr
Pe tutt e schifezz cumbinat a l'omm

Finché o lampion n'se stut
A nott ra pace e guagliun perdut
Ca cap int e cunt e a paur re punt
C'antenn chiù gross e a paletta ca spunt
Vec a nu pat int o centro scommess
E a dignità corr appriess o cavall
Vec a na nonn ca preg int a mess
O pret che parl, cont roij pall

Fra' nun è giusto
Ca ncielo se chiammn semp e chiù buoni guagliun
Pemme nun è giusto
Na mamm ca sfog o rulor addo Barbara D'Urso
No, nun è giusto
Chi ten tant e chi nun ten nient
E pe me nun è giust
Chi sta chiagnenn e chi sta rerenn
E pe me nun è giusto

Frà nun è giusto
Pemme nun è giusto
No nun è giusto
Pe me nun è giusto

It's not right

For me it's not right
No it's not right
For me it's not right

If this life is like billiards
Then I take aim for a hit and run
If you decide to stay by my side
Look and don't ask questions that I can't answer
And I make the Christ that wears them around his neck
They have seen and they have made fun of
I wonder almost every day
With a dirty conscience as I fall asleep

A father neglects a son who grows up alone, crazy, adrift
Who makes a family abandon
For me it is not a man it is only an infamous

Eight powerful hands maneuver the world
Maybe they are deaf but what do they care?
If this money, bro, is made of paper
And for you it costs nothing because it is printed?

The repression that grows and suddenly extinguishes all passion
Now they are making a fuss for nothing
If I light a torch or pull out the sword
For me it's not right that those who make the stains
On our skin are now even stronger
For me it's not right that resignation
Place is the first thing they teach you in school

As long as the streetlight doesn't go out
The night of peace and lost boys
Who understand the counts and the fear of points
With bigger antennas and the blade that sticks out
Old to a father in the betting center
And dignity runs after the horse
Old to a grandmother who prays in mass
The priest who speaks, counts red balls

Bro it's not right
That in heaven they always call the good guys
For me it's not right
A mother who vents her pain to Barbara D'Urso
No, it's not right
Who has so much and who has nothing
And for me it's not right
Who is crying and who is laughing
And for me it's not right

These kids are trapped because they already have an iPhone at 10 years old
We grew up with fantasies
While these who already know what's what
The municipality takes away our fire
And slowly slowly even the traditions
Then there are plenty of shopping malls
Because you live by tendering and corruption
We have seen hell and paradise
Because we are born and die the same day
A misfortune comes and you don't realize it
And then change a life in a second
That a father raises seven children, bro'
Seven children are not worth a father
It disgusts me when the same blood
They only speak behind a lawyer

It's not right that you left and left me alone under this storm
You were good with words, but if the wind blows, for me, count the gesture
God forgives all sins
But you abandoned us here too
It's not right that this earth suffers
For all the crap combined with man

As long as the streetlight doesn't go out
The night of peace and lost boys
Who understand the counts and the fear of points
With bigger antennas and the blade that sticks out
Old to a father in the betting center
And dignity runs after the horse
Old to a grandmother who prays in mass
The priest who speaks, counts red balls

Bro it's not right
That in heaven they always call the good guys
For me it's not right
A mother who vents her pain to Barbara D'Urso
No, it's not right
Who has so much and who has nothing
And for me it's not right
Who is crying and who is laughing
And for me it's not right

Bro it's not right
For me it's not right
No it's not right
For me it's not right