now loves to 'mbiviri !
Mi nni ricuddamu! Picchì non è veru ch’u’mbiviri è comu u scuddari, picchì si scodda sulu chiddu chi non avi nenti mi si ricodda. Ma niautri l’ama a sapiri chi non è veru!
Chi non è veru ch’u munnu eni ‘na matassa i ‘mmerda, unni vinci cu è chiù mmerda di l’autri;
chi non è veru chi peddi pi’ peddi, megghiu a tò ch’a me;
chi non è veru chi non avemu dumani, picchì u dumani non l’avi nuddu, finu a dumani;
chi non è veru ch’u masculu avi a ‘mmazzzari e a fimmina avi a ‘nzuppari e si non ‘nzuppa è buttana;
chi non è veru chi masculu voddiri non cianciri mai, picchì tutti ciancemu ‘nto scuru di linzola, a notti, prima c’arriva u sonnu;
chi non è veru un cazzu di stu munnu di patruni, unni a calari i corna e a stari mutu, unni un fogghiu i catta o’ comuni è a benedizioni d’u brazzu i san bastianu, unni i tò diritti divintaru i
favuri di ll’autri;
chi non è veru, porcu d’un nemicu, ch’ama jttari sangu e du nostru sangu si sazìunu i porci.
Ora ama a ‘mbiviri!
Picchì ‘mbiscatu a stu vinu c’è tuttu u munnu,
u munnu d’un suspiru chi jettu quannu ‘nvicinu u nasu o biccheri
e tiru forti, chiudu l’occhi
and brindu.
F. Alessandro Motta
Now we must drink!
to remember! Why is it not true that drinking is like to forget, forget because only those who have nothing to remember. But we must know that is not true!
That is not true that the world is a ball of shit, where wins are worse than others;
that is not true that skin to skin, the better your my;
that is not true that we do not have tomorrow, for tomorrow I do not have anyone, until tomorrow;
that is not true that the male and the female must kill must undertake and if a bitch is not affected;
that is not true that male means not ever cry, cry in the dark because all of the sheets at night before you get to sleep;
It Is not a fucking masters of this world, where you have to bow his head and be quiet, where a sheet of paper of the town is the blessing of the arm of Saint Sebastian [ie: an exceptional case], where your rights have become the favor of others;
that is not true, an enemy of pork, we spit and blood of our blood should satiate the pigs.
Now we must drink!
Because this wine is mixed with the world, the world breathed a sigh
they make as they go up your nose to the glass and inhale
strong, close my eyes and
toast.
That is not true that the world is a ball of shit, where wins are worse than others;
that is not true that skin to skin, the better your my;
that is not true that we do not have tomorrow, for tomorrow I do not have anyone, until tomorrow;
that is not true that the male and the female must kill must undertake and if a bitch is not affected;
that is not true that male means not ever cry, cry in the dark because all of the sheets at night before you get to sleep;
It Is not a fucking masters of this world, where you have to bow his head and be quiet, where a sheet of paper of the town is the blessing of the arm of Saint Sebastian [ie: an exceptional case], where your rights have become the favor of others;
that is not true, an enemy of pork, we spit and blood of our blood should satiate the pigs.
Now we must drink!
Because this wine is mixed with the world, the world breathed a sigh
they make as they go up your nose to the glass and inhale
strong, close my eyes and
toast.
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