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HH from the Italian Diaspora

99 Posse — Corto Circuito (1998)

Once upon a timea (Neapolitan original)
Translation by Patrizia La Trecchia

Once upon a time there was a very beautiful country,
married to the sea and kissed by the stars.
People lived there quietly and in peace.
They lived and they died following the pace of a tarantella.

One sad day something changed.
The record got scratched, the needle came off.

The population had quadrupled.
The older people had fenced the land,
and those who could worked for them.
The first unemployed began to appear.

People never danced again.
A rumor spread that
they were looking for trouble.

Once upon a time and now this is reality.

I descend from these wretched people,
a damned, cuckolded, beaten progeny.
They have taken the bread out of their mouth,
In order for me not to feel more marginalized.

That child has grown up and he has received an education,
becoming his family's pride.

Nonetheless, after having received an education
the offense experienced for all his life,

has now become contempt. It is not time to bear and to suffer anymore.
Now marginality becomes a precise choice:
it is called distance, and you all are my sights.

Those who sow the wind, reap the whirlwind.
I was born marginalized and marginalized I remain like that.

Once upon a time, and now this is reality.

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