Lyrics and translation Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare - Lo Guarracino

Lo Guarracino

A lu Guarracino che jeva pe′ mare
Le venne voglia de se 'nzorare,
Se facette ′nu bello vestito
De spine e de scarde pulito pulito
Cu 'na perucca tutta 'ngrifata
De ziarelle ′mbrasciolata,
Co lo sciabò scolla e puzine
De ponte angrese fine fine.
Doje belle cateniglie,
De premmone de conchiglie,
′Nu cappiello aggallonato
De codarino d'aluzzo salato
Tutto posema e steratiello,
Jeva facenno lo sbafantiello,
E girava de ccà e de llà:
La ′nnammorata pe' se truva′.
La Sardella a lu balcone
Jeva sonanno l calascione;
E a suono de trommetta
Jeva cantanno 'st′arietta:
"E llarè lo mare e lena
E la figlia d[a siè Lena, Ha lasciato lo 'nnammoratoPecché niente l'ha rialato". Lo Guarracino che la guardajeDe la sardella s′ annammoraje; Se ne jette da ′na VavosaLa cchiù vecchia e maleziosa; L'ebbe bona rialataPe′ mannarle la 'mmasciata; La Vavosa pisse pisseChiatto e tunno ′nce lo disse. Ma la sardella ch]a sentette
Rossa rossa se facette,
Pe' lo scuorno che se pigliaje
Sotto a ′no scuoglio se 'mpezzaie;
Ma la vecchia de vava Alosa
Subete disse - Ah schefenzosa!
De 'sta manera non truove partito
′Ncanna te resta lu marito.
Si aje voglia de t′alloca'
Tante smorfie non aje da fa′,
Fora le zeze e fora lo scuorno
Anema e core e faccia de cuorno.
Ciò sentenno la zì Sardella
S'affacciaje a la fenestrella,
Facette ′n'uocchio a zennariello
A lo speruto ′nnammoratiello.
Ma la Patella che steva de posta
La chiammaje faccia tosta,
Tradetora, sbrevognata,
Senza parola, male nata,
Ch'avea 'nchiantato l′Allitterato
Primmo e antico ′nnammorato:
De carrera da chisto jette
E ogni cosa 'lle dicette.
Quanno lo ′ntise lo poveriello
Se lo pigliaje Farfariello,
Jette a casa s'armaje e rasulo
Se carrecaje comm′a 'no mulo,
De scoppette e de spingarde,
Povere, palle stoppa e scarde;
Quatto pistole tre bajonette
Dint′a la sacca se mettette.
'Ncopp[e spalle sittanta pistuneOttanta bombe e ciento cannune; E comm'a guappo PallarinoJeva cercanno lo Guarracino: La disgrazia a chisto portajeChe mmiezo a la chiazza te lo ′ncontrajeSe l′afferra p]o cruvattino
E po' lle dice: - Ah malandrino!
Tu me lieve la ′nnammorata
E pigliatella chesta mazziata.
Tuppete e tappete a meliune
Le deva paccare e secuzzune,
Schiaffe, ponie e perepesse
Scoppolune, fecozze e cunnesse,
Sceverechiune, sicutennosse
E ll'ammaccaie osse e pilosse.
Venimmoncenne ch′a lo rummore
Pariente e amice ascettere fore,
Chi co mazze, cortielle e cortelle,
Chi co spate, spatune e spatelle,
Chiste cu barre e chille cu spite,
Chi co ammennole e chi cu antrite,
Chi cu tenaglie e chi cu martielle,
Chi cu turrone e susamielle.
Patre, figlie marite e mugliere
S'azzuffajeno comm′a fere.
A meliune currevano a strisce,
De 'stu partito e de chillo li pisce,
Che bediste de sarde e d'alose,
De palaje e raje petrose,
Sareche, dientece ed achiate,
Scurme, tunne e alletterate!
Treglie, tremmole, trotte e tunne,
Fiche, cepolle, launne e retunne;
Purpe, secce e calamare,
Pisce spate e stelle de mare,
Pisce palumme e piscatrice
Voccadoro e cecenielle,
Capochiuove e guarracine,
Cannolicchie, òstreche e ancine.
Vongole, cocciole e patelle,
Pisce cane e grancetielle.
Spinole, spuonole, sierpe e sarpe,
Scauze, ′nzuoccole e colle scarpe,
Sconciglie, àmmere e ragoste,
Vennero ′nfino colle poste...
Muorze e pizzeche a beliune!
A delluvio li secozzune!
Non ve dico che bivo fuoco
Se faceva per ogne luoco!
Ttè, ttè, ttè, ccà pistulate!
Ttà, ttà, ttà, llà scuppettate!
Ttù, ttù, ttù, ccà li pistune!
Bù, bù, bù, llà li cannune!
Pistulate, scuppettate,
Li pistune, li cannune... Ah...
Ma de canta' so′ già stracquato,
E me manca mò lo sciato;
Sicché, dateme licenza,
Graziosa e bella audienza,
'Nfì che sorchio ′na meza de seje,
Co' salute de luje e de leje,
Ca me se secca lo cannarone
Sbacantannose lo premmone.

The Guarracino

To the Guarracino who sailed the sea
Came the desire to marry,
He made himself a beautiful suit
Of thorns and thistles, clean and neat,
With a wig all ruffled
Of intertwined seaweed,
With a jabot of collar and lace
Of fine English lace.
Two beautiful chains,
Of large seashells,
A plumed hat
Of salted lizard tail,
All perfumed and elegant,
He went around showing off,
And he turned here and there:
To find a sweetheart for himself.
The Sardine on the balcony
Was playing the calascione;
And to the sound of a trumpet
She was singing this little aria:
"And the sea stretches wide and long
And the daughter of Lady Lena, Has left her loverBecause he gave her nothing". The Guarracino who looked at herFell in love with the sardine; He went to a VavosaThe oldest and most mischievous; He gave her a good rewardTo send her the message; The Vavosa went quietlyAnd told her in a whisper. But the sardine who heard it
Turned red as a beet,
For the shame she felt
She hid under a rock;
But the old Vavosa woman
Immediately said - Ah, you silly thing!
In this way you won't find a match
You'll be left without a husband.
If you want to settle down
You shouldn't make so many faces,
Out with the whims and out with the shame
Soul and heart and a face of horn.
Hearing this, Lady Sardine
Appeared at the window,
She winked playfully
At the hopeful little lover.
But the Patella who was watching
Called her shameless,
Traitor, shameless,
Wordless, ill-born,
Who had abandoned the Allitterato
First and old lover:
She ran to him
And told him everything.
When the poor fellow heard it
He was possessed by Farfariello,
He went home, armed himself, and shaved
He loaded himself up like a mule,
With rifles and blunderbusses,
Gunpowder, balls, tow and thistles;
Four pistols and three bayonets
He put in his bag.
On his shoulders seventy pistonsEighty bombs and a hundred cannons; And like a Pallarino thugHe went looking for the Guarracino: Bad luck brought him to himHe met him in the middle of the squareHe grabbed him by the tie
And then said to him: - Ah, you scoundrel!
You took my sweetheart from me
And take this beating.
He gave him punches and slaps by the millions
Kicks and shakes,
Slams, punches and pummelings
Headbutts, figs and blows,
Breakers, headlocks,
And he crushed his bones and hair.
Come here, at the noise
Relatives and friends came out,
Some with sticks, clubs and knives,
Some with swords, broadswords and blades,
These with bars and those with spits,
Some with almonds and some with anchovies,
Some with pliers and some with hammers,
Some with nougat and sesame seeds.
Fathers, daughters, husbands and wives
They fought like wild beasts.
Millions of them ran in stripes,
Of this party and of that the fish,
What you saw of sardines and shad,
Of flounders and rock rays,
Sardines, anchovies and needlefish,
Mackerels, tuna and illiterate!
Mullets, trembles, trout and tuna,
Figs, onions, wool and turnips;
Octopuses, cuttlefish and squid,
Swordfish and starfish,
Butterfly fish and anglerfish
Gilthead and picarels,
Scorpionfish and bass,
Mantis shrimps, oysters and anchovies.
Clams, cockles and limpets,
Dogfish and small crabs.
Thorns, spines, snakes and serpents,
Socks, slippers and shoes,
Mussels, clams and lobsters,
They even came with posts...
Bites and pinches by the millions!
Shakes in a deluge!
I won't tell you what a living fire
Was made everywhere!
Bang, bang, bang, here pistol shots!
Rat-a-tat-tat, there rifle shots!
Boom, boom, boom, here the pistons!
Boom, boom, boom, there the cannons!
Pistol shots, rifle shots,
The pistons, the cannons... Ah...
But I'm already tired of singing,
And I'm running out of breath;
So, give me leave,
Gracious and beautiful audience,
While I drink half a liter of wine,
With greetings to you and yours,
Because my throat is drying up
From clearing my throat.