Lyrics and translation Cristiano De André - Sinàn Capudàn Pascià - Live @ Teatro Nazionale Milano 2017

Sinàn Capudàn Pascià - Live @ Teatro Nazionale Milano 2017

Teste fascië ′nscià galéa
Ë sciabbre se zeugan a lûn-a
A mæ a l'è restà duv′a a l'éa
Pe nu remenalu ä furtûn-a
Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è ′n pesciu tundu
Che quandu u vedde ë brûtte
U va ′nsciù fundu

Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è ′n pesciu palla
Che quandu u vedde ë belle
U vegne a galla

E au postu d'i anni ch′ean dexenueve
Se sun piggiaë ë gambe e a mæ brasse neuve
D'allua a cansún l′à cantà u tambûu
E u lou s'è gangiou in travaggiu dûu

Vuga t'è da vugâ prexuné
E spuncia spuncia u remu fin au pë
Vuga t′è da vugâ turtaiéu
E tia tia u remmu fin a u cheu

E questa a l′è a ma stöia
E t'ä veuggiu cuntâ
′N po' primma ch′à vegiàià
A me peste 'ntu murtä
E questa a l′è a memöia
A memöia du Cigä
Ma 'nsci libbri de stöia
Sinán Capudán Pasciá

E suttu u timun du gran cäru
C'u muru ′nte ′n broddu de fàru
'Na neutte ch′u freidu u te morde
U te giàscia u te spûa e u te remorde
E u Bey assettòu u pensa ä Mecca
E u vedde ë Urì 'nsce ′na secca
Ghe giu u timùn a lebecciu
Sarvàndughe a vitta e u sciabeccu

Amü me bell'amü
A sfurtûn-a a l′è 'n grifun
Ch'u gia ′ngiu ä testa du belinun
Amü me bell′amü
A sfurtûn-a a l'è ′n belin
Ch'ù xeua ′ngiu au cû ciû vixín

E questa a l'è a ma stöia
E t′ä veuggiu cuntâ
'N po' primma ch′à a vegiàià
A me peste ′ntu murtä
E questa a l'è a memöia
A memöia du Cigä
Ma ′nsci libbri de stöia
Sinán Capudán Pasciá

E digghe a chi me ciamma rénegôu
Che a tûtte ë ricchesse a l'argentu e l′öu
Sinán gh'a lasciòu de luxî au sü
Giastemmandu Mumä au postu du Segnü

Intu mezu du mä gh′è 'n pesciu tundu
Che quandu u vedde ë brûtte u va 'nsciù fundu
Intu mezu du mä gh′è ′n pesciu palla
Che quandu u vedde ë belle u vegne a galla

Sinàn Capudàn Pascià - Live @ Teatro Nazionale Milano 2017

Your head on my cap
The sabers are swinging in the sky
Mine is still where it was
To thank our fortune
In the middle of the sea
There is a round fish
That when it sees something terrible
He goes to the bottom

In the middle of the sea
There is a ball fish
That when it sees something beautiful
It comes to the surface

And instead of the nineteen years I was
I took my legs and my new arms
Since then the song was sung by the drum
And the Nile turned into hard work

Row, you prisoner
And push the oar to the bottom
Row, you baker
And pull the oar to your head

And this is my story
And I wanted to tell you
A little before you get old
Of my plague in the wall
And this is the memory
The memory of the Turk
But in the history books
Sinan Capudan Pasha

And under the helm of the big wagon
With your face in a puddle of lighthouse
On a night when the cold bites you
It freezes you, spits on you, and angers you
And the Bey, sitting, thinks of Mecca
And he sees the Orient on a reef
He gave the helm to the southwest
Saving his life and the schooner

My darling, my darling
Bad luck is a griffin
That howls in the head of the fool
My darling, my darling
Bad luck is a fool
That shits on the head of the closest one

And this is my story
And I wanted to tell you
A little before you get old
Of my plague in the wall
And this is the memory
The memory of the Turk
But in the history books
Sinan Capudan Pasha

And I say to those who call me a renegade
That of all the riches, the silver and the gold
Sinan left them to shine in the sun
Damning Mother instead of the Lord

In the middle of the sea there is a round fish
That when it sees something terrible, it goes to the bottom
In the middle of the sea there is a ball fish
That when it sees something beautiful, it comes to the surface