Текст и перевод песни Sud Sound System - La gente povera

La gente povera

Treble
Ancora c'? gente ca de fame more
E tanta aura ca nu nci crite
E nu sacciu comu face
Forsi percene nu sape
O forsi precene nu bole cu bite, si

RIT.: La gente povera more ancora de fame
La gente povera more sempre de fame
E tuttu lu restu pare quasi ca nu nci crite
E nu sacciu comu face forsi percene nu bole cu bite, ntorna

La gente povera more ancora de fame
E cu la guerra ete la prima ca ha soffrire
E ci la face perch? lu munnu ha cumannare
La giustifica in ogni modo e de ci more se ne futte

C'? povera gente ca de fame ancora more
E li governi se settane sulu pe parlare
E se poi an giru ncete qualche ribellione
Te dicune cate minti contru la nazione, ma
Se la nazione bona l'aune guidare
Nu bete ca potune sulamente parlare
Ca "le panze s'aune binchire, lu core s'ha alleggerire"
E quista cosa l'aune capire.

Rit. (2 volte)

Quiddrha ca serve? sulu considerazione
La strafottenza nu bale meju la compassione
Ca la gente povera poi se rraggia cu ragione
E se nu scappa resta e organizza ribellione, si
Percene quannu pare ca lu pesciu ha riare
Se sape lu poveru ete lu primu ca l'ha subire
Mentre ci face leggi e lu paise ha governare
Giusta le cose cussine sulu iddrhu po' mangiare
E allora se settane, se sttane pe decidere
Qual'ete lu pezzu de terra ca s'ha dividere
Nu bete ca importa se alla gente bast? pe vivere
Cu na guerra de le mani loro se po futtire
Tantu lu petroliu lu poveru nu lu bie
E l'oru mancu lu ite e poi niu lu po' mangiare
Cuss? decidune ca na guerra s'ha fare
E lagente la convincune ca nu se po' evitare.
E parlane...
E decidune lu bonu pe iddhri e puru lu fiaccu pe l'auri.
E portane
Sofferenze su soffreneze agnasciu, chieu isciu!

Rit. (2 volte)

Ma comu ogni petra azza parite
Quiddrhu ca dicu chieu ongunu lu ite
E se puru n'auru sulu n'auru nci crite
Forsi sarvamu doi vite.
Allora ogni fiata ca li sienti parlare
Quisti ca organizzane l'ordine modiale
Le mani loru bone l'hai guardare
Su bagnate de lu sangu de la gente ca sta more!

Rit. (2 volte)

The Poor People

Treble
There are still people dying of hunger
And many others who don't seem to care
And I don't know how they do it
Maybe because they don't know
Or maybe because they don't want to see, yeah

CHORUS: The poor people are still dying of hunger
The poor people always die of hunger
And everyone else seems like they don't care
And I don't know how they do it, maybe because they don't want to see, again

The poor people are still dying of hunger
And with war, they are the first to suffer
And those who do it because they want to rule the world
They justify it in every way and don't give a damn about who dies

There are poor people who are still dying of hunger
And governments only sit down to talk
And if then there's some rebellion going around
They tell you a bunch of lies against the nation, but
If the nation knew how to lead well
It wouldn't be that they can only talk
That "bellies must be filled, the heart must be lightened"
And this thing they must understand.

Chorus (2 times)

What is needed is just consideration
Indifference doesn't beat compassion
Because the poor people then get angry with reason
And if they don't escape, they stay and organize rebellion, yeah
Because when it seems like the fish is rotting
You know the poor are the first to suffer
While those who make laws and govern the country
Just fix things so that only they can eat
And so they sit down, they stay to decide
Which piece of land is to be divided
They don't care if it's enough for people to live
With a war of their own hands they can screw themselves
The poor don't see the oil anyway
And they don't even see gold, and then they can't eat it
So they decide that a war must be fought
And they convince the people that it cannot be avoided.
And they talk...
And they decide what's good for them and also what's bad for others.
And they bring
Suffering upon suffering, enough, I'm out!

Chorus (2 times)

But like every stone raises dust
What I say, everyone sees it
And even if just one person believes it
Maybe we'll save two lives.
So every time you hear them talk
These ones who organize the world order
You have to look at their good hands
They are stained with the blood of the people who are dying!

Chorus (2 times)