Lyrics and translation Enzo Jannacci - La balilla

La balilla

Mi g′avevi una bella Balilla,
Fuderata de pel d'anguila;
Ve cunti la storia de cume l′e' andada,
In tri minut me l'han dislenguata.

Prima ve disi el meste′ che fu mi′,
Inisi i des ur e finisi a mess di';
Vendi la soda, lisciva e saun,
E de dane′ ne fu su a muntun.

Giri la baia cul motofurgun,
Cun la candegina, paieta e pantun;
Fu una pignata de card de mila,
Me salt'in del cu de cumpra′ la Balilla.

Porto la machina sota la porta,
Me graten subit la roda de scorta;
La sposti un cicin la porti in via Larga,
Passa un quei d'un che me grata la targa.

Peu passen i tedesch tislifen tislofen,
Van su la vetura me mangen el cofen;
Ciami i ingles per casciai via,
Me passen tuta la caruseria.

Passa un fiulin, bel, ma senza i dentin
El me disvida tutt i lampadin;
El me fradellastr quel mala′ de dabiet,
El fa finta de nient e me mangia el magnete;

A visitam ven fora el dutur,
Che el me mangia el radiatur,
Per rispet alla sciensa ghe disi na'got,
E lu' per dispet porta via anca el cruscot.

Ma te disi mi′ l′è roba de mat,
Me par 'na Balilla de ciculatt.
A vu in questura per denuncia′ i dann,
Quan turni in dre' ghe′ pu' i pedan.

El me′ purtinar che porta i uciai,
El salta in vettura a mangiam i fanai;
E la so' mie' si′ quela latrina,
La ma bevu′ fora tuta la bensina.

Peu me ne cumbinen de tuti i culur,
A trovi pu' nanca un toc de mutur,
Una bruta facia de delinquent,
El me mangia el tubo de scapament.

A Vu per caso a truva′ la me' surela,
Ghe trovi in ca′ un pistun e una biella,
Resta in terra tri tuchei,
Passa e spasin porta via anca quei.

The Balilla

You gave me a beautiful Balilla,
Covered in eel skin
Listen to the story of how it went,
In three minutes they removed its tongue.

First I will tell you the job that was mine,
It started at ten in the morning and ended at midnight;
Selling soda, lye and soap,
And the money was piled up high.

I went around the bay with my motor scooter,
With bleach, laundry detergent and pants;
It was a fortune of a thousand cards,
It made me able to buy the Balilla.

I park the car under the door,
They immediately scratch the spare wheel;
I move it a little to Via Larga,
And a guy walks by and scratches the license plate.

Then the Germans pass by, murmuring,
They climb onto the car and steal the trunk;
I call the police to drive them away,
They pass me the whole car body.

A little boy passes by, handsome but toothless
He steals all my lights;
My stepbrother, that sneaky little devil,
He pretends not to notice and steals the magnet;

The doctor comes out to visit,
And eats my radiator,
Out of respect for science I don't say anything,
And in revenge he takes the dashboard too.

But I tell you, it's crazy,
It looks like a chocolate Balilla.
I go to the police station to report the damage,
When I turn back, the pedals are gone.

My doorman, who brings the glasses,
Jumps into the car to steal the headlights;
And my wife, that little devil,
She drank all the petrol.

Then I get into all sorts of trouble,
I can't even find a piece of the engine,
A nasty looking crook,
He steals the exhaust pipe.

Have you happened to find my sister,
She has a piston and a connecting rod in her house,
There are three pieces left on the ground,
A passerby comes along and takes those too.