Текст и перевод песни Rocco Hunt - Sul pe me stess, pt. 2

Sul pe me stess, pt. 2

Nun serv a t truccà
Si bell comm sij
T preg, nun t fermà
Vogl e pensier tuoij de mij

Simm comm terra e mare, bene e male, o dolc e o sal
A bas e o pal
Tu si l'ombra ca m segue miezz a via
E nun m' import e chell ca pens a gent

Chi passa a vita ngopp a vit e l'at è nu perdent
E tu rammà a parlà quan stu mund nun ce sent
Circ e nun m ra problem e si ci stann e risulvimm assiem
Scuordatill che è funnut

Spuogl't nun sta vestut
L'ultim amico se ne jut
O lampion s stut
Sto aspettan na cosa ca nun arriv

Ma forse è stess l'illusione ca m ten in vita
Tu si na via d'uscita
Loc for da 20 anni a stess vita, e stessi faccie, a stessa invidia
Stu quadern è a bibbia e o rap è a religione

E si parlamm e rime vien't a piglià o perdon
I teng a penn miezz e man comm a nu piezz pan
Na certezza po riman
Na fortezza po ripar

Ogni juorn è tale e quale e si nun c stess a music
Subess'm in silenzio e cattiverie e sta repubblica

P sta music sto buon senza nu
Scop e se a te nun t sta buon nun m n fott proprj
I cant sul pe me stess e pe chella
Gente ca m vo ben e mo dimostr spess

P sta music sto buon senza nu
Scop e se a te nun t sta buon nun m n fott proprj
I cant sul pe me stess e pe chella
Gente ca m vo ben e mo dimostr spess
'A music è speranz, p semp

On my own, pt. 2

You don't have to wear makeup
You're beautiful as you are
Please, don't stop
I want your thoughts for me

We're like earth and sea, good and bad, sweet and salty
At the top and at the bottom
You're the shadow that follows me halfway
And I don't care what people think

He who spends his life on glass is a loser
And you keep talking when this world doesn't hear
Look and don't give me problems and if there are any we'll solve them together
Forget about it, it's over

Strip, don't be dressed
The last friend left
The lamp went out
I'm waiting for something that's not coming

But maybe it's just the illusion that keeps me alive
You're a way out
Away from this life, the same faces, the same envy for 20 years
This notebook is the Bible and rap is the religion

And if we talk about rhymes come and ask for forgiveness
I keep the pen in my hand like a piece of bread
A certainty can remain
A fortress can repair

Every day is the same and if there was no music
I'd drown in silence and the wickedness of this republic

For this music I'm good by myself
Listen and if you don't like it I don't really care
I sing on my own and for those people
Who love me and now show it often

For this music I'm good by myself
Listen and if you don't like it I don't really care
I sing on my own and for those people
Who love me and now show it often
Music is hope, forever