Текст и перевод песни Tsunami - Seventeen

Seventeen

Chisti cà mo vann for pa music mij,
Ij so proprio nata cos pe te fa capì,
Vogl na mercedes ner ca cappotta cabrio,
E tutt e uagliun mij luntan a chelli gabbij,
E dincell ca si passn acaln e cap,
Ca nun vann tropp a luong mo e teng puntat,
Chist fa tropp o gangstar ropp doje puntat,
E quann parl nt'azzecca ca t puzz o ciat,
Veng r'addo nu mezz corr chiu e na machin,
E nun esist ammor ca m spezz a fratm,
Nuje tenimm e pall perciò sto vincenn,
Chi over sap a strad nun o va ricenn,
Ij t vec ca m vir e arropp t accamuff,
Suon ancor avanti crist frate e fatt a muff,
Nun vogl beef rind a music ma ndo panin,
Si cu me tu apr a vocc è pe me fa o b,
Si ess m chiamm na rispong vogl a femmena tost,
Tras ind o club e a tip toia mo e a femmna nost,
Quann m accogl tutt e ser facc nu padre nostro,
Preg a dij te sant juorn ca nse ferm sta giostr,

Teng tropp cos a ric e nun e dic',
Senza nomm tutt e nummr in rubric,
Chist m vonn muort stann seppellit,
E pisciamm ngap a che tenev seventeen,

A che tenev seventeen,
E pisciamm ngap a che tenev seventeen,
A che tenev seventeen,
E pisciamm ngap a che tenev seventeen.

Nun saje quant'odio ten nguorp fratm,
C' lev o fierr a men pecchè fa na strag,
Chist m vonn fragil ij ne vogl facil,
Veng r'addo tra vit e mort nc' sta margin,
E mo paricchije e lor ngopp a blacklist,
C'abbasc c sta troppa gent ca mo preg a Crist,
Veng r'addo nun tien nient e nun si mai ben vist,
E to giur ca m mett a chiagn si o registr,
Ess m vol chiu chic m'accussi so fatt,
Rind a cap è nu scigl vec e frat fatt,
Chist nun ten nient a ric e pur parl semp,
Nat doje parol e mett o nomm sott terr.

Teng tropp cos a ric e nun e dic',
Senza nomm tutt e nummr in rubric,
Chist m vonn muort stann seppellit,
E pisciamm ngap a che tenev seventeen,

A che tenev seventeen,
E pisciamm ngap a che tenev seventeen,
A che tenev seventeen,
E pisciamm ngap a che tenev seventeen.

Iss parl ma nc' parl che pentit,
Ca s' cresc co mit ra malavit,
Arret e sbarr stann e sbagl ra vit,
È megl ca nu sgarr teng e frat bandit.

Seventeen

I'm clean, I'm not into your music,
I was born this way, so you can understand,
I want a black Mercedes with a convertible top,
And all my guys far away from those cages,
Tell them that if they pass near the head,
That they don't go too far now, and they keep their aim,
This makes too much of a gangster, twice the stake,
And when you talk, you hit the mark, that you stink of sweat,
I'll come back half a run more and a car,
And there's no love that breaks me into pieces,
We have the balls, that's why we're winning,
Whoever knows the streets doesn't go begging,
I see you looking at me and I'll ruin you,
I'm still ahead, my brother, made by a cheat,
I don't want beef next to the music, but in the sandwich,
If you're with me, you open your mouth and do it for me,
If you call me, I want a woman who's quick,
Take me to the club and tip her, now she's our woman,
When I greet everyone in the evening, I say the Our Father,
Pray to God that you have a blessed day, that this carousel stops,

I have too much to say and I don't say it,
Without names, all the numbers in the address book,
They want me dead, they're burying me,
And we'll piss on those who held seventeen,

Those who held seventeen,
And we'll piss on those who held seventeen,
Those who held seventeen,
And we'll piss on those who held seventeen.

You don't know how much hate I hold inside, my brother,
I'll pull out the iron because it's a massacre,
They want me fragile, I want it easy,
I'll come back between life and death, there's a margin,
And now many of them are on the blacklist,
There are too many people who pray to Christ now,
I'll come back, you have nothing and you're never well-dressed,
And you swear you'll make me cry if I record it,
You want me more chic, I'm made like that,
Understand, it's an old choice, brother made,
This has nothing to say, and yet it always talks,
Two words are born and I put the name underground.

I have too much to say and I don't say it,
Without names, all the numbers in the address book,
They want me dead, they're burying me,
And we'll piss on those who held seventeen,

Those who held seventeen,
And we'll piss on those who held seventeen,
Those who held seventeen,
And we'll piss on those who held seventeen.

You talk, but you talk like you're sorry,
Because you grew up with the mafia's mindset,
Behind the bars are the mistakes of life,
It's better that a mistake has bandit brothers.