Lyrics and translation Fabrizio De André - Megu megun - Live Tour 'Le Nuvole' 1991 - Edit - New Mix 2014

Megu megun - Live Tour 'Le Nuvole' 1991 - Edit - New Mix 2014

E mi, e mi, e mi
E anâ, anâ
E a l'aia sciurtî
E suâ, suâ
E ou coêu, ou coêu, ou coêu
Da rebellâ
Fin a piggá, piggá
Ou trén, ou trén

E 'nta galleria
Génte 'a l'íntra au scûu
Sciórte amarutía
Loêugu de 'n spesiá
E 'ntu stréitu t'aguéitan
Te dumándan chi t'è
A sustánsa e ou mesté
Che pe' liatri ou viaggiá ou nu l'é
Poi te túcca 'n purté lepegúsu
E 'na stánsia lûvega
E 'nte l'âtra stánsia
E bagásce a dâ ou menû
E ti cu 'na quâe che nu ti voêu
A tiâ 'a Bibbia 'nta miágia
Serrâ a ciàve ánche ou barcún
E aresentíte súrvia ou coêu

Uh, mégu, mégu, mégu, mè megún
Uh, chin-a, chin-a zû da ou caragún

'Na caréga dûa
Nésciu de 'n turtà
'Na fainà ch'a sûa
E a ghe manca 'a sâ
Tûtti sûssa résca
Da ou xattá in zû
Se ti gíi 'a tèsta
Ti te véddi ou cû

E a stâ foêa gu'è ou repentin
Ch'a te túcche 'na pasciún
Pe 'na fàccia da Madònna
Ch'a a te spósta ou ghirindún
Un amú mai in esclusiva
Sémpre cun quarcósa da pagâ
Na scignurín-a che súttu â cúa
A gh'a ou gárbu da scignúa

Uh, mégu, mégu, mégu, mè megún
Uh, chin-a, chin-a zû da ou caregún

Uh, che belin de 'n nólu che ti me faiésci fâ
Uh, ch'a sún de piggiâ de l'aia se va a l'uspià

E mi, e mi, e mi
Nu anâ, nu anâ
Stâ chi stâ, chi stâ chi
Durmî, durmî

E mi, e mi, e mi
Nu anâ, nu anâ
Stâ chi, stâ chi, stâ chi
Asûnáme

E mi, e mi, e mi
Nu anâ, nu anâ
Stâ chi, stâ chi, stâ chi
Durmî, durmî

E mi, e mi, e mi
Nu anâ, nu anâ
Stâ chi, stâ chi, stâ chi
Asûnáme

Megu megun - Live Tour 'Le Nuvole' 1991 - Edit - New Mix 2014

And me, and me, and me
And me, me
And out to the threshing floor
And sweat, sweat
And my heart, my heart, my heart
Of a rebel
Up to, up to the hills
My train, my train

And in a tunnel
People stream by into hiding
Sad, deprived fates
Desolate place
And in the street they stop you
They ask you who you are
Your substance and your trade
That for traveling over the border
Then they make you carry a passport
And a faraway room
And in the other room
The girls offer the menu
And you with a drink you don't like
They offer you the Bible to read
They bolt the door even on the lavatory
And you feel your heart go cold

Oh, darling, darling, darling, my darling
Oh, I'm going, I'm going out of my mind

A two-dollar charge
Born in a slum
A pancake that sweats
And it lacks salt
All sweet-tasting, raw
From head to toe
If you turn your head
You see your own backside

And as it stands, it's a sudden flash
That grabs hold of you like an obsession
For the face of a Madonna
That causes your windmill to turn
A love never exclusive
Always with something to pay for
A little lady who has under her skirt
All the instincts of a whore

Oh, darling, darling, darling, my darling
Oh, I'm going, I'm going out of my mind

Oh, what a fine deal you made me strike
Oh, that we should be pigs at the slaughterhouse

And me, and me, and me
Not me, not me
Stay where you are, where you are, where you are
Asleep, asleep

And me, and me, and me
Not me, not me
Stay where you are, where you are, where you are
Rock me to sleep

And me, and me, and me
Not me, not me
Stay where you are, where you are, where you are
Asleep, asleep

And me, and me, and me
Not me, not me
Stay where you are, where you are, where you are
Rock me to sleep