R.J. (Angelo Ribelle) - Negrita

Dicono che a 15 anni

gi cominciava a non ridere pi№

dicono che nei suoi panni

fosse gi qualcosa sopravvivere…

il Delta, terra melma e cotone

troppo sudore molta dignit

pianse insieme alla chitarra

ruppe la bottiglia e tutto cominciІ…

Corro corro corro

ma lui mi prender sento il fiato sul collo

arriva Satana…

Fuori niente luna stanotte

proprio la notte adatta a me

scese di corsa al crocicchio

piegІ le ginocchia sotto le nuvole…

Attese l’Angelo Ribelle

e la chitarra si accordІ

mise l' anima in contratto

poi strinse i denti e montІ sopra al Blues…

Corro corro corro

ma lui mi prender

sento il fiato sul collo

arriva Satana…

non sІ contare i miei soldi

perch soldi mai avrІ

e il Blues che viene gi№

come la grandine…

They say that at 15 years old

he was already beginning not to laugh anymore

they say in his shoes

it was already something to survive...

the Delta, earth, mud and cotton

too much sweat much dignity

cried along with the guitar

she broke the bottle and it all began…

I run run run

but he takes me I feel the breath on my neck

comes Satan...

No moon outside tonight

just the night that suits me

ran down to the crossroads

bent her knees under the clouds...

The Rebel Angel waited

and the guitar tuned

put the soul into a contract

then he gritted his teeth and climbed over to the Blues…

I run run run

but he will take me

I feel the breath on my neck

comes Satan...

I can't count my money

because money will never have

and the Blues that comes down

like hail…