Lyrics and translation Andrea Mingardi - Ajo Vest un Marzian

Ajo Vest un Marzian

A iò vésst un marziàn "Ban duv l'éra, ban duv l'éra?
(Trai volt) L'é impusébbil, t'n'è vésst brisa ban!"
In mèz la campagna tais a San Zvan.
In mèz la campagna tais a San Zvan.
"It sicur, it sicur?". Ma vaca, dla pòra am san pugè'l mur!

L'éra a tri méter o quàter dal fòs quand al ho vésst am san caghè adòs,
Pò ai ho pinsè a san fortunè la sienza del mondo ha bisogno di me.
Mi son vicinato co'un surìs tràgic ambasciatore dal mannd intìr,
Ai ho fat acsé in saggn ed salùt ma a saré ban scapè dluntìra.

A iò vésst un marziàn "Ban cum l'era, ban cum l'era?
(Trai vòlt) S'eri svino, l'hai visto benino."

L'avèva trai gamb, ónna piò curta, sotili sotili pareven grissén,
Con dòu stèva in pì l'ètra éra mórta pròpri cumpagna l'usèl ed Sandrén.
Al tranc parèva na murtadèla e i brazén du zuzizùt,
Al man i avèven ventquàter dida e in vatta al pèt dagg' o tragg' tatt.
La tèsta cumpàgn un mlòn sanza cavì, ma in vatta, l'antanna dla televisiàn!
Quatr uc' trai uràcc' sett bus int al nès, na bacca davanti e ónna de dri.

"Ma cuss'èt détt, e lò l'ha parlè? Brisa tgnìres acsé a metè!"

PARLATO: La premma cósa da fèr l'éra dèri al benvenuto. Mé i ho tintè, ci ho detto:
Welcome... bienvenù... vut na cicles?
Pò an i ho nianc dett marziano parché s'l'é ed Venere l'é cumpagna dir a ón milanéssta s'l'é dl'Inter...
T'um pér un fat còs, t'ì tott stralanchè. Mo csèt adòs... un marziano dla mutua?
Di quèl? Oh! di qualo? Noi italiani amichi! Noi italiani nel Mec... ancora per poc!
T'né di baiuc tè, t'né di baiuc! Acciaio inossidabile!... e nueter què satta...
Sta zétt ch'al s'é mòs... sta zétt ch'al s'é mòs. Avérra la bacca e l'um dis "Taf red ni ed luc rocs ni nailati".
Cósa? "Taf red ni ed luc rocs ni nailati"... aspetta ch'a scriv..."Taf red ni ed luc rocs ni nailati"
Ai ho capé l'é alarvérsa... scòrr in italiàn, fat dèr int al cul...!

Da dove vieni, da dove vieni? A ven da luntan, a ven da luntan.
Ban csa zàirchet qué al mannd, tè che sei tanto progredito?
Hai un disco volante e il radar in testa e chissà quanti strampalerì.
Al m'ha arspòst "un dé a girèva an in psèva pió ed stèr là da mé...

A iò vésst la tèra, al vòster mannd, am é quèsi pèrs ed turnèr cinén...
Ai ho dusànt ân o fórse anc de pió, ed il progresso l'é carsó con mé...
Forse non sembra, at pèr una fóla, ma tanti anni fa me ai éra fat cumpagna té,
Po' dal guèri tremàndi, l'inquinamento, al sit ch'al manchèva: am san trasfurmè.
La zant l'an mór pió, al mèr l'è sughè, la fruta è sintetica e plastifichè,
L'aria l'é vairda i àlber in i én pió, la tèra è desérta a pérsita d'oc'.
Se la memoria funziona ancòura ban té t'i da èser un cuntadén,
Pòsia stèr qué a respirèr aria bóna, pòsia magnèr un tòcc ed zivalla?

A iò vésst un marziàn (trai volt) magnèva zivalla, zighèva cuntànt,
A iò vésst un marziàn.

I Saw a Martian

"I saw a Martian!" "Where was he, where was he?"
(Three times) "It's impossible, you didn't see anyone!"
In the middle of the countryside near San Giovanni.
In the middle of the countryside near San Giovanni.
"Are you sure, are you sure?" "Damn it, I almost shit my pants!"

He was three or four meters from the ditch when I saw him, I almost crapped myself,
Then I thought, lucky me, the world of science needs me.
I approached with a tragic smile, ambassador of the entire world,
I did this as a sign of greeting but I almost ran away.

I saw a Martian "What was he like, what was he like?
(Three times) "If you were drunk, I saw him very well."

He had three legs, one shorter, thin thin they looked like grissini,
With two he stood, the other was dead, just like Sandrino's bird.
His torso looked like a mortadella and his arms like two little sausages,
His hands had twenty-four fingers and on his chest, tattoos or drawings.
His head like a bald melon, but on top, the TV antenna!
Four ears between the earrings, seven holes in his nose, one mouth in front and one behind.

"But what are you saying, did he speak? Stop messing around!"

SPOKEN: The first thing to do was to welcome him. So I tried, I said:
Welcome... bienvenu... want a lollipop?
Then I didn't even say Martian because if he's from Venus it's like asking a Milanese if he's from Inter...
You understand, you get all flustered. But come on... a Martian from the mutual aid society?
Say something? Oh! Say something? We Italians are friends! We Italians in the Mec... almost!
You say hello, you say hello! Stainless steel!... and we're just crap...
Be quiet, he moved... be quiet, he moved. He opened his mouth and said "Taf red ni ed luc rocs ni nailati".
What? "Taf red ni ed luc rocs ni nailati"... wait, let me write it down..."Taf red ni ed luc rocs ni nailati"
I got it, it's backwards... speak Italian, you asshole...!

Where do you come from, where do you come from? He comes from far away, he comes from far away.
What are you doing here on Earth, you who are so advanced?
You have a flying saucer and radar in your head and who knows how many other gadgets.
He answered me "one day I was wandering around, I couldn't stand being there anymore..."

I saw the Earth, your world, I almost got lost trying to turn around...
I'm two hundred years old, maybe even more, and progress has raced with me...
Maybe it doesn't seem like it, it seems like a fairy tale, but many years ago I was made like you,
Then with the terrible wars, the pollution, the lack of space: we were transformed.
People don't die anymore, the sea is dry, the fruit is synthetic and plastic,
The air is green, there are no more trees, the earth is a desert as far as the eye can see.
If my memory still works, you must have been a farmer,
Can I stay here and breathe good air, can I eat a piece of salami?

I saw a Martian (three times) he ate salami, he sang happily,
I saw a Martian.