Lyrics and translation Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare - Alla montemaranese

Alla montemaranese

Ah na nà nun avimmo comme fa′,
E s'è rotta la ciaramella nce mettimmo la semmenzella,
E s′è rotto lu clarino nce mettimmo la puntina,
E 'a jatta de zì prevete ha fatto tre mucille,
E l'ha fatte curiuse n′uocchio apierto e n′ato 'nchiuso.
E n′avimmo comme fa',
Ì′ nun bevo mai vino a lu barile la matina,
Ì' nun magno mai pane sette forme la settimana,
E muglierema dint[o litto e nun ′a pozzo cchiù tucca', E 'a jatta de zì prevete ha fatto tre mucille, E l′ha fatte curiuse n′uocchio apierto e n'ato ′nchiuso.Nun vulimmo fatica', nun vulimmo fatica′.Ah cumpa' zì ′ntònio ha fatto 'a fessaria, Ha pigliata 'a guagliuncella e l′ha purtata ′a massaria.Ah cumpa' zì ntònio ′o mazzamauriello, Ha pigliat]o guagliunciello e uè l'ha fatt[o serviziello.E si soreta è cchiù bellella lasso a te e piglio a ella.Nun vulimmo fatica′, nun vulimmo fatica'.E ′o riavulo schizzicheia e 'o 'nnammurato s′arrecrea, E ′a vecchia quanno è vecchia s'arruvina la cufecchia, E ′o viecchio quanno è vecchio s'arruvina lu cupierchio, Ì′ vulevo nu vasillo e nun me l'hè vuluto da′...]

Alla montemaranese

Oh dear, we don't know what to do,
If the clarinet breaks, we'll put a reed in it,
If the trumpet breaks, we'll put a tack in it,
And the priest's cat has made three piles,
She made them curious, one eye open and the other closed.
And we don't know what to do,
I never drink wine at the barrel in the morning,
I never eat bread seven shapes a week,
And my wife in bed and I can't touch her anymore, And the priest's cat has made three piles, and she made them curious, one eye open and the other closed.We don't want to work, we don't want to work.Ah friend Antonio has made a mistake, He took the little girl and brought her to the farm.Ah friend Antonio, the good-for-nothing, He took the little boy and made him a servant.And her sister is more beautiful, I leave you and take her.We don't want to work, we don't want to work.And the grandfather is stingy and the lover rejoices, And when the old woman is old, her coif falls apart, And when the old man is old, his hat falls apart, I wanted a vase and she wouldn't give it to me...]