24 Grana — Carcere song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Carcere" by 24 Grana.
Lyrics
Stongo acussì
E prego 'a madonna
Nun sputo 'ncielo
Ca 'nfaccia me torna
Pure sì canto
Na storia over'
O sto sbaglianno
O nisciuno me crede
Dico accussì pè nu muorto acciso
Piglio trent’anne e nun pozzo campà!
Chillo era 'o peggio
D"o quartiere
Sfruttava 'a gente
Dint"a miseria
Vuttava 'e guagliune
A ffà scippi e rapine
E pure a vennere
L’eroina
Dicette a me stesso:
«Sì saje campà
Ccà coccosa
S’adda fà»
Viero era friddo
Era sabato 'e ssera
Stevo parlanno
Cu donna Carmela
Ma all’antrasatta
Arriva 'o 'nfamone
Ca nun vulette sentì ragione:
Sbattette 'a porta
E pigliaje 'o curtiello
E a donna Carmela
Stracciaje 'a gunnella
Nun dico 'o schifo
Ca me facette
Restaje fore 'a porta
E nun me ne jette
E quanno 'o schifuso
Fernette 'o servizio
M’appriparaje
Pè ce fa levà 'o vizio:
Pigliaje 'a catena 'e nu motorino
E m’assettaje llà vicino
E quanno 'o 'nfamone ascette d"a porta
Tenette 'o piacere e ce presentà 'a morte!
Nun dicite niente
Aggio sbagliato
Je sto 'n'galera
E llà ce sta n’ato
Ca dint"a miseria
Fa 'o sciacallo
E niente le diceno
'E marescialli
Marescialli e guapparia
Fanno na sola cunsultarìa
E chi paga 'o debito c"a miseria
O more acciso o va 'n'galera!
Stongo acussì
E prego 'a madonna
Nun sputo 'ncielo
Ca 'nfaccia me torna
Pure sì canto
Na storia over'
O sto sbaglianno
O nisciuno me crede…
Giudice, giudice
C’hai cumbinato?
Assolto 'o figlio
'E nu magistrato
Ca pè gelusia ha sparato
E pure a uno l’ha accuppato:
'A sentenza mo è cagnata
E 'a cundanna nun è arrivata
E a me trent’anne m’ate dato!
Lyrics translation
Stongo acussi
And he prayed to Our Lady
He didn't spit on us.
Ca'nface me back
I'm singing too.
Na over'history
Or am I wrong
O nisciuno believes me
I say accussi pè NU die accussi
I get thirty-anne and nun pozzo campà!
Chillo was ' or worse
D " O neighborhood
He took advantage of people
Dint " a misery
Vuttava ' and guagliune
A ffà scippi e Robine
And also to come
The heroine
He said to myself:
"Yes saje Campa
Coccosa
Add to it»
Viero was friddo
It was Saturday ' and ssera
Stevo speak
With donna Carmela
But anthrax
Here Comes ' or ' nfamone
Ca nun vulette felt right:
She knocked on the door
And pickle ' O curtiello
And donna Carmela
I'll tear up gunnella.
I don't say or suck
That makes me facette
Restaje fore ' a porta
And nun throws me
And here or crappy
Fernette ' O service
M'appriparaje
Why does it take away?:
Pigliaje 'chain' and NU scooter
And M'assettaje llà vicino
And quanno ' O 'nfamone ascette d" A porta
He took pleasure and will present us to death!
Don't say anything
Wrong Aggio
I sto ' n ' galera
And he's here.
As a matter of misery
Fa ' O Jackal
And nothing to tell you
'And marshals
Marshals and guapparias
They only do their job.
And who pays O debt c " a misery
Or die or go to jail!
Stongo acussi
And he prayed to Our Lady
He didn't spit on us.
Ca'nface me back
I'm singing too.
Na over'history
Or am I wrong
O nisciuno believes me…
Judge, Judge
Did you cumbat?
Acquitted ' o son
'E NU magistrate
Ca pè jealousy fired
And he's got one of them.:
'A sentence mo is pooped
It's cundanna nun. she's here.
And thirty-anne gave me!