Текст и перевод песни The Vad Vuc - Murrayfield Pub

Murrayfield Pub

Se sem truvà stravacaa sü 'stu bancun
A imparà a viif, senza ul librett di istruziun
A imparà a beef, senza mai inciucass
Sü questa tèra che l'è un Murrayfield Pub

E alura dai, che cumandum da beef
Par mi 'na scüra, par mi 'na Guinness
Bevala dasi, al su che te g'het seet
Bevala dasi che l'è l'ünica che g'het

Nüm che,
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa strada
Sem tütt fiöö, de 'na ciulada
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa röda che la gira
Sem tütt fiöö, de questu büceer da bira

La sigareta la se brüsa da parlee
Sura 'stu büceer mezz vöi e mezz pien
Sura 'stu teemp, che te riesat mia a fermall
'Stu teemp de merda che al me sta süi ball

Sigareta smorta, e büceer vöi
Se borla gio cumpagn dii föi
In questa Nocc che la tupica, ma la và
Rüva ul Dì, fiöö se torna a cà

Nüm che,
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa strada
Sem tütt fiöö, de 'na ciulada
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa röda che la gira
Sem tütt fiöö, de questu büceer da bira

Pö una volta che hann netaa ul bancun
Dim te, se restarà da nüm?
Pö un volta che l'è pasaa ul strasc
Se restarà dal nostru pasagg?

Forsi ul fümm de quela sigareta...

Nüm che,
Sem tütt fiöö, uaga Kebap
Sem tütt fiöö, dal Murrayfield Pub
Sem tütt fiöö, de questa röda che la gira
Sem tütt fiöö, de questu büceer da bira

'Stu büceer che l'è vöi
'Stu büceer che l'è pien
'Stu büceer che l'è rott
E dimm te se al te paar nagott...

Murrayfield Pub

I might be found passed out on this bench
Learning how to live, without any instructions
Learning how to drink, without ever getting sick
On this land which is a Murrayfield Pub

So go on, let's order a drink
For me a stout, for me a Guinness
Drink it fast, as you're thirsty
Drink it fast, because it's the only one you'll get

We,
Are all children, of this street
Are all children, of a crazy idea
Are all children, of this wheel that is turning
Are all children, of this beer parlor

The cigarette burns itself out
On this half-full and half-empty glass
On this time, that you can't stop
This shitty time that's on my mind

Cigarette dead, and empty glass
Let's run free like the leaves
In this Night that's dark, but it's going
The Day is coming, babe, we'll go home

We,
Are all children, of this street
Are all children, of a crazy idea
Are all children, of this wheel that is turning
Are all children, of this beer parlor

Perhaps one day they'll clean the bench
Tell me, darling, will there be anything left of us?
Perhaps one day they'll clean the floor
Will there be any trace of our passing?

Maybe the smoke of that cigarette...

We,
Are all children, my darling Kebap
Are all children, of the Murrayfield Pub
Are all children, of this wheel that is turning
Are all children, of this beer parlor

This glass that is empty
This glass that is full
This glass that is broken
And tell me, sweetheart, does it seem like nothing to you...