Pitura Freska — Ara che ben song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Ara che ben" by Pitura Freska.
Lyrics
De intralassi e de man in pasta
no ghe ne ciava niente ai rasta
Se ride e soride nel nome de Jah
cugin de Buddha, nevodo de Allah.
De na pista, na siringa o na busta,
no me ne ciava niente e basta
Ea vita me basta co cueo che a me da'
ti no ti 'o sa, ma ti 'o capira'.
Tien bota, tien duro no state agitar
vivi, va vanti no state fermar
davanti ai ostacoi
no sta ndar in tension
ea vita se a nostra sodisfassion.
Tangenti, rabiosi e serpenti
no serve propio far comenti
i ga ciava' dai africani sfrutai
ai cassaintegrai, ai disocupai.
De imatonii de cassafati e de Sgarbi
no ghe ne ciava un casso a Skardy
E se ea xe dura no gavemo paura
parche' no ghe ne ciava niente gnanca ai Pitura.
Coro: Ara che ben, un carciofo
De intralassi e de man in pasta …
De na pista, na siringa o na busta,
no me ne ciava niente e «basta»
Ea vita me basta co cueo che ea me da'
ti no ti 'o sa, ma ti 'o capira'.
Coro: Ara che ben, un carciofo
(Grazie a Nicolò per le correzioni)
Lyrics translation
Of intralassi and of man in pasta
no ghe there was nothing to the rasta
If he laughs and sorrows in the name of Jah
cousin of Buddha, nephew of Allah.
On the track, in the syringe or in the envelope,
no, I just needed nothing.
And life is enough for me
she won't know, but she'll understand.
Tien boot, Tien hard you're not shaking
live, VA vanti no estas fermar
facing obstacles
no Sta ndar in tension
and life if to our sodisfassion.
Bribes, rabids and snakes
no need to make comments
the ga ciava ' by the Africans exploited
to the cassettes, to the unoccupied.
The imatons of cassafati and Sgarbi
no ghe needed a case in Skardy
And if ea XE lasts no gavemo fear
I don't think there was any gnanca at the Pitura.
Chorus: Ara che ben, an artichoke
Of intralassi and of man in pasta …
On the track, in the syringe or in the envelope,
no I needed nothing and " enough»
Ea vita me just co cueo that ea gives me'
she won't know, but she'll understand.
Chorus: Ara che ben, an artichoke
(Thanks to Nicholas for the corrections)