Derivas
Lou SeriolOriginale | Traduzione inglese da bandcamp |
DERIVAS La mar es larga bateu de bòsc luenh es la còsta marea bassa ondas sul vis tot es salat terra promessa aquel pais coma un miratge en la memòria desert perdut vers l'orizont Que nos espera s'aquel costat, tremps de miseria tempesta fòrta vent de mistral vai arribar destin migrant vers l'avenir, l'abis se duerb nòste futur se vai pausar au som dau mar I nòsti vielhs l'avian ja fach aquel passat pas luenh es aqui denant pòrt d'Argentina, merchat de Paris trobar un pòst onte poder manjar onte poder somelhar un futur per las meinàas, avenir pas donat, lo present es aqui denant que nos parla dau passat que nos parla …escotem! un Cristo que se chama Allah ...Africa Asia Medi Orient pel brusàa, solelh e set estòrias diversas sus l' esquina, estessa vuelha de futur podem far finta de ren veire, sarrar la ment e les aurelhas, poden beicar arrier, campar la man novel futur vai començar Deriva en l'espaci, sul pichòt monde se siem trobats aqui migrants lo siem tuchi lo siem encar l'estòria retorna, en rier e anant coma ondas en lo mar, coma la ment en lo temps jamai solets se trobarem s'aquel balon borrat de gent en mes de l'espaci vueit e nier quarcòsa de bon lo trobarem, es pas tresòr d'òr e d'argent mas es la vida, lo filament, dis que tuchi siem istés, estiças d'aiga en la corrent la mescla es deman present futur onte nais lo Temps | ADRIFT The sea is a large wooden boat far is the coast low tide, waves on my face everything is salty promised land is that village as a mirage in the memory boundless desert towards the horizon What is ahead of us on the other side We, drenched in misery storm and high onshore wind are coming migrant destiny towards the future the abyss opens out our future rests on the sea bed Our forefathers had already done it That recent past is in front of us port in Argentine, market in Paris finding a place where you can eat, where you can dream a future for your kids, a future not given as a gift our present is facing us and talks about our past it talks… let’s listen! A Christ named Allah … Africa Asia Middle East burnt skin, sun and thirst different stories, on our back the same lust for future we can pretend that we don’t see it, we can close our mind and ears we can look back hold out our hands a new future is about to start Adrift in the space, we found ourselves on this small planet here we are all migrant people and we still are history comes back again, forwards and backwards like the waves in the sea, like the mind through time we will never be alone on this ball, packed with people in the middle of the black empty space we will find something good for us it’s not a golden and silver treasure but it’s life, it’s the thread that tells us that we are all the same, water drops in the current the mixture is the present-tomorrow-future where Time begins |