UN RICCO E UN POVERO
Nu ricco dicette a nu povero
Comme faje quando chiove di solito?
Ê vote chiove accussí assaje ca ll'acqua penetra pure sott'ê ponte
Comme faje quando figlieto chiagne?
Comme faje quando nn'appare niente 'int'ô fine 'e semmana
E c'hê prumesso a figlieto ca sabbato l''esse purtato ô mare?
È na vita ca rincorre 'e suonne
Nn'seguenno ll'istinto, nn'sapenno addò stanno
E nu vuoto addeventa incolmabile quando se perde 'int'â vita na mamma
'Stu bicchiere pe terra nun tene monete ma sulamente acqua piovana
E pecché nun t'aize e t''o piglie 'a chi 'o ttene?
'E ricche se guardano 'e spalle, yeah
'O povero senza penzà rispunnette ca 'a pioggia era 'o mmale minore
Picciò 'o ricco se copre c''o 'mbrello
E 'o povero assettato sott'a ll'androne
Po 'o povero 'o guardaje 'int'a ll'uocchie
E dicette: Pecché po pe'tté fosse povero?
'O problema sî tu a penzà ca sî povero sulo pecché nn'tiene 'e sorde
E allora muore
Quando 'a vita fa si ca tutte cose t'annoia
'O povero nun tene 'o lietto
'O ricco sì, ma nun dorme
Ogne cosa ogge tene nu prezzo
Ogne juorno è nu brutto mumento
Ogne nuvola tene nu buco
Pe vedé sempe 'a luce 'e traverso
Nu juorno quando vidarraje 'o cielo esplodere
E n'angelo 'e scennere
Ll'anema 'a pierde pecché
Coprimmo 'e polse c''o rilorgio, 'e bracciale, 'e manette
Abbracciate rimanimmo allerta c''o viento
E tutt''a vita allora 'a passe distratto
Cu niente, cu poco, cu troppo, cu forse c''a faccio
Penzavo ca 'int'ô cielo ce steva coccosa che s'er''a truvà
Nn'tiene niente 'a truvà finché ancora nun te truove tu (yeah, ah)
'A vita è fatta d'habitat
Quando 'o tiene, po 'o corpo s'adatta
'E criature che cercano 'a pappa
Pate e mamme ca cercheno aggrappo
Quando hê sempe mangiato cuntato
Quando hê sempe apprezzato n'abbraccio
Facce caso, chi ha pruvato 'a famme
Si mange, nun rimane niente 'int'ô piatto
Ca nu ricco e nu povero 'e solito
Parleno spisso, capisceno subbeto
Quando 'o ricco s'addorme, fa 'e suonne
Mentre 'o povero ancora fa ll'incubo
Quando 'o ricco dicette
E allora che d'è ca tra me e te putesse distinguere
'O povero allora s'aiza, se 'ncazza, fa 'e lacreme e dice
Allora 'o vuò sapé ogge comme me sento?
Ca figliemo ha 'itto ca nun è felice
Pecché dint'â classe tutt''e cumpagne suoje teneno ggià nu telefono e 'a bice
'E jurnate 'e mare, tutte quante in famiglia, tutte documentate da fotografie
Tutte quante l'ultimo modello d''e scarpe
E nun tornano a casa dint'a nu pulman
E allora che songo? Che tengo? Che valgo?
'O ricco s'assetta vicino e ce dice 'int'â recchia na cosa ca nn's'è maje scurdato
Chi cresce senza na mancanza farrà si ca tutte cose è mancanza
Chi cresce già desideranno farrà si ca nu juorno l'ave
Nu juorno quando vidarraje 'o cielo esplodere
E n'angelo 'e scennere
Ll'anema 'a pierde pecché
Coprimmo 'e polse c''o rilorgio, 'e bracciale, 'e manette
Abbracciate rimanimmo allerta c''o viento
E tutt''a vita allora 'a passe distratto
Cu niente, cu poco, cu troppo, cu forse c''a faccio
Penzavo ca 'int'ô cielo ce steva coccosa che s'er''a truvà
Nn'tiene niente 'a truvà finché ancora nun te truove tu
A Rich Man and a Poor Man
A rich man said to a poor man
What do you do when it rains usually?
Sometimes it rains so much that the water even seeps under the bridges
What do you do when your kid cries?
What do you do when there's nothing at the end of the week?
And you promised your kid you'd take him to the beach on Saturday?
It's a life chasing dreams
Following instincts, not knowing where they are
And a void becomes unfillable when you lose a mom in life
This glass on the ground has no coins, just rainwater
And why don’t you get up and take it from whoever has it?
The rich watch their backs, yeah
The poor without thinking replies that the rain was the lesser evil
So the rich covers up with an umbrella
And the poor sits under the archway
Then the poor looked him in the eyes
And said: Why should you be poor?
The problem is you think you’re poor just because you don’t have money
And then you die
When life makes everything boring
The poor has no bed
The rich does, but can’t sleep
Everything today has a price
Every day is a bad moment
Every cloud has a hole
To always see the light shining through
One day when you see the sky explode
And an angel coming down
The soul loses itself because
We cover our wrists with watches, bracelets, handcuffs
Embraced we stay alert with the wind
And all life then passes distracted
With nothing, with little, with too much, with maybe I can do it
I thought there was something in the sky to find
You find nothing until you find yourself (yeah, ah)
Life is made of habitats
When you have it, the body adapts
The kids looking for food
Dads and moms looking for a grip
When you’ve always eaten counted
When you’ve always appreciated a hug
Notice, those who have felt hunger
If you eat, nothing stays on the plate
Because a rich man and a poor man usually
Talk often, understand each other right away
When the rich man falls asleep, he dreams
While the poor still has nightmares
When the rich man said
So what is it that could distinguish between you and me?
The poor then gets up, gets angry, sheds tears and says
So you want to know how I feel today?
Because my kid said he’s not happy
Because in class all his classmates already have a phone and a bike
Beach days, all together as a family, all documented by photographs
All the latest model shoes
And they don’t come home on a bus
So what am I? What do I have? What am I worth?
The rich sits close and whispers in our ear something he never forgot
Who grows up without a lack will make it so that everything is a lack
Who grows up already desiring will make it so that one day they have it
One day when you see the sky explode
And an angel coming down
The soul loses itself because
We cover our wrists with watches, bracelets, handcuffs
Embraced we stay alert with the wind
And all life then passes distracted
With nothing, with little, with too much, with maybe I can do it
I thought there was something in the sky to find
You find nothing until you find yourself.