Lyrics and translation Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare - Rosario

Rosario

Nel nomme del padre e comm'è stato da solachianiello è addeventato scarparo
E passa nu guaio
E passane ruie
E passa n'atu guaio
E passsane ruie
E passatele ciento guaie

E nel primmo mistero 'e matalena dicennose 'o rusario ascette prena
Dicennose 'o rusario ascette incinta
Cu na zizza 'a fora e n'ata arinto

E nel secondo mistero 'e mmaculata pe se fa na scerriata jetta 'a fernì dint'a culata
Po' venettero 'e surdate e a scerriajeno dint'a nuttata
Po' venettero 'e mericane e a scerriajeno 'nmiezo 'e grare
Po' venettero 'e marrucchine
E c'ho 'mpezzaieno areto 'e rine

Jamme dicite cummà
Refrisco e sullievo 'a bonanema 'e tatilllo
Ca saglieva 'ncuollo a chillo
Se faceva 'e gruosse e 'e pezzerille
E s'arrezzavano pure 'e capille
Ora pronobbis tutto 'a mme e niente a isso

Padre nostro fatte 'na 'mposta fancella tosta
E sia fatta la tua volontà
Comme arreto accussì annanze
Piere cosce rine e panza

E mmo dicimme nu refrisco pe' ll'anema 'e nunziata
Ca pure all'atu munno sta 'nfucata ammen

E nel terzo mistero 'e 'ntunettella
Pe' 'nfucà na tianella jetta a fernì sott' a furnacella
Po' venette 'o solachianiello e se 'nfucaie 'o bancariello
Po' venette 'o munaciello e ll'arracquaie 'e rafanielle
Po' venettene e femmenielle
'E s'agliuttettero 'e cucuzzielle

Salve regina
E chi 'o ssape chi è sta riggina
Si è nobile 'o signurina
O si è figlia 'e mappina
A me me vene a sera e a matina
Ora minute e quarte d'ora avimma fa chest'orazione
Cu giacumino dint'o stanzino
Cu pascalotto dint'o salotto
Cu liberato dint'o scantinato
Cu ernesto 'ncopp'a fenesta
Cu giuvanne sott'o scanno
Cu austino 'npont'o scalino
Cu nicola 'ncopp'e riggiole
Cu ntuono dint'o stipone
Cu lurenzo dint'a credenza
Cu ndrea 'ncopp'o lietto ca tuculeia
Cu alberto sotto 'e cuperte
Cu gennaro sott'o fuculare
Cu vastiano sott'a na funtana
Cu giruzzo abbascio 'o puzzo
Cu liodato dint'o viscuvato
Cu ggiro mio dint'a sagrestia
Cu menecone sott'a nu lampione
Cu peppariello dint'a nu pagliariello
Cu ludovico sotto 'a nu pero 'e fico
Cu tummaso 'ncopp'a n'arbero 'e cerase
Cu nunziello 'nmiezo 'a nu campo 'e cucuzzielle
E all'ultimo con il re di franza pure si s'abbuffasse 'a panza basta ca me desse 'o canzo.

Rosary

In the name of the father and as it was, the shoemaker became a cobbler
And a trouble passes
And woes pass by
And another trouble passes
And woes pass by
And a hundred woes pass by

And in the first mystery of Magdalene, saying the rosary, she sat pregnant
Saying the rosary, she sat pregnant
With one breast out and the other in

And in the second mystery of the Immaculate, to have a fling, she throws herself into the culvert
Then the soldiers came and had their fling with her in the night
Then the Americans came and had their fling with her amidst the hail
Then the Moroccans came
And they stuck it to her behind the kidneys

Come tell me, buddy
Refreshment and relief to the good soul of Tatilllo
Who climbed on top of that one
He did the big ones and the small ones
And even the hairs stood on end
Now she blames everything on me and nothing on him

Our Father, make a sturdy window, tough girl
And your will be done
As behind, so in front
Feet, thighs, kidneys, and belly

And now let's say a refreshment for the soul of Nunziata
Who even in the other world is burning, amen

And in the third mystery of Antunetella
To light a little girl, she throws herself under the furnace
Then the shoemaker came and lit the little bench
Then the little monk came and watered the radishes
Then the little women came
And they gobbled up the zucchini

Hail Queen
And who knows who this queen is
Whether she is a noble lady
Or if she is the daughter of a map
She comes to me in the evening and in the morning
Now, for minutes and quarters of an hour, we must do this prayer
With Giacumino in the little room
With Pascalotto in the living room
With Liberato in the basement
With Ernesto on the window
With Giovanni under the stool
With Austino on the step
With Nicola on the tiles
With Ntuono in the closet
With Lorenzo in the cupboard
With Ndrea on the bed that creaks
With Alberto under the covers
With Gennaro under the fireplace
With Vastiano under a fountain
With Giruzzo under the stench
With Liodated in the bishopric
With Ggiro mio in the sacristy
With Menecone under a lamppost
With Peppariello in a little haystack
With Ludovico under a fig tree
With Tommaso on a cherry tree
With Nunziello in the middle of a field of zucchini
And lastly, with the king of France, even if he stuffed his belly, as long as he gave me the song.