In The Ghetto - Principe Gitano

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Avís: el contingut d'aquesta pàgina pot ferir la sensibilitat d'aquells que consideren a la música com una forma d'art.

Principe Gitano va ser un valencià que “cantava” en flamenc. Pel que sembla, va fer una gira pels Estats Units i va tenir la barra de versionar a l'Elvis Presley. El resultat, si bé musicalment és penós, ens permet partir-nos de riure... i alliberar-nos d'un complex: el nostre anglès, per dolent que sigui... no pot ser tant dolent!

Si voleu baixar-vos la cançó, està en format MP3. A continuació incloc la transcripció de la lletra...

 

IN THE GUETTO

An de snou frai
and de colei grei Chicago
mun beby beibi Charlis morlis
de In the guetto (In the guetooo)
An de jar mama crai
Cosinifi guan sido sido ni modrili
yian grin monfi
in de gue e to

Pipol yon ondre
tain de chili jil pija
E jil grou yon gui yon man dei
Toque lo que yu an mi
A güi chi blai chu si
De güi simpli ten an qüen
Anblon delon de güei

Güedengüelten
A de güelguei jei qui lo you güi
re ni brus prisis tri yi guai brus
in de guetoooo

An de jan gai ben
So si estarer churruan estrit
nai li chus tul fili
ji fanch fisin
de gueto (In the guetooo)

De kuan nei en depresion
de yon mal brike agüei
e ji sei cal estilicar
Il tu ruam estri far
grimon mama crai

Af de craum gander roam
estrí yon ma feis daun
dinstruitifin de gueto

An de yon man dai
One colen grei Chicago mon
O deliti beibi charlisis bon
In de guetoooooo

An des mama crai

El que canta l'Elvis - IN THE GHETOO

As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
in the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
in the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to seal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

The one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers ‘round and angry young main
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
antoher little baby child is born
In the ghetto