Lyrics and translation Nuova Compagnia di Canto Popolare - Secondo coro delle lavandaie

Secondo coro delle lavandaie

Uh Marò che bellu suonno
Uh Marò che bellu suonno,
M'è benuto 'nzuonno 'e notte
C[o penziero 'o stesso chiuovoCa martella a sirece anneE t'avuote dint]o lietto
E t'avuote e t'arrevuote
Senza mai truva' arricietto.
M'è benuto 'nzuonn[o rreM'è benuto comme fosseProprio overo 'nnanz]a mme.
Seh.seh... seh... seh...
Proprio overo tale e quale
Bello comm[a san PascaleJanco russo latte e mmeleComm]o pesce 'e san Rafele
Uh Maronna m'aggio 'ntiso
M'aggio 'ntiso 'a trava 'mpietto
'Na trava e 'nu paletto
Ddoie palle e 'na scuppetta
E 'na botta de curtiello
Tacco e ponta'nu martiello
Quanno 'nchiova e nun se chiea
Preta pmmece e pummecéa.
Marammè marammè
Chill[o rre vulev'a mme.Seh. seh. seh.seh... I' c]o fazzuletto angrese
Tutto posema e fatt[a ccàL'aggio rat]a stessa botta
Cu 'na mossa aggraziata
L'è carut[a vetriataL'è carut]a gelusia
'Ncopp[o core'ncopp]o core
Ca sunnanno dint[o mmeglioComme pienz]e fa' ll'ammore
Rint[o suonno cu 'e llenzoleS'arravogliano còre e còre.Ah.ah.ah.ah... Quanno è stato a lu balla'Ih che musica e musicàVota e gira 'a part]e ccà
'Nziem[a mme isso vò gira'.I' aggio ritto maistà, Maistà si faie 'o palummoÌ t]a facci[a palummellaE t]a facci[a ballatellaMa si 'ncappe sott]a scella
Me fernisce 'e rucchià.
Isso allora me tirava
E tirava 'a ppont[e piettoIo pe' sotto m'annascunnevoScatenann]o fierr[o lietto.Scatenanno 'e matarazzeCu 'e cuscine a ppere e a ccapo, Isso allora me sceriavaE int]o stommaco me turcevo
Comm[e panne dint]a culata
Sott[o sole ca 'nfoc]a loggia.
Una botta roie botte
Gioia mia gioia mia
M'è benut[a fantasiaMena mè falla 'sta spesaCa so' ricco e so' rignante.Si cu mme viene a cavalloIo t]o metto st'aniell[o ritoE tt]o metto
E tt[o metto Ca si' bella e ca te spettaTu si' 'a bella delli cazette.Ah.ah.ah.ah... E m'ha miso a 'sti paroleRint]o core 'na pugnlata
E po' 'mpietto m'ha rignuto
'E lazziette oro e curalle
Perle 'rosse fatt[a nucellePigne e 'rappule cu 'e diamante.'Nu spillone justo ccàN'at]a ccà
Po' cchiù a ccà.
Che pugnut[int]o sunna'.
Ah.ah.ah.ah...
Quanno è stato a lu vasa'
Preta pommece e pommicià
Siente 'o fforte si vuò pruva'.
Cerasiello pe' 'mpont[o mussoMela janca e milo russoM'ha pigliato pe' sott]e brazze
E s'è miso a cunnulia'.
Cunnulianno 'sta fantasia
Viene 'a ccà oi nenna mia
Ca si' fatta pe' rigna'.
Io te voglio cunzula'.
'Mman[a tte t]o voglio da'
Tutto 'stu munno pe' pazzia'.
Comm[a palla è 'stu munno sanoE ì' t]a dongo 'sta palla 'mmano.
'Mman[a mme'mman]a tte
Si' 'a riggina e ì' song[o rre.Seh.seh.seh.seh... Ma 'int]o suonno bell[e bbuonoM'aggio 'ntiso 'ncopp]a 'na spalla
Cu 'nu pizzeco 'na strignuta
'Na stregnuta c[o ppezzeca'.Uh Maronna e che sarrà.Rint]o mmeglio,
Rint[o mmeglioEra mammema ca 'int]o mmeglio
È benuta pe' me sceta'.
Uh mannaggia 'a sciorta mia
M'è carut[a fantasiaM'è caruta c]o vulìo
Miett[a toia ca ì mett]o mmio
Rint[o mmeglio 'e 'stu ssunna'.Uh mannaggia 'o baccalàChi t'è muorto oi mamma màPuozza scula'Puozza schiatta'Puozz'j' cercann]a carità.
'Na botta 'nfronte puozz' assecca'
Pe' sott[o ponte d]a Sanità
Ah.ah.ah.ah...
Ih che luna
Ih che luna
'Stu vulìo e 'stu ssunna'
Quanno vene me fa fa'
Ah ah ah ah
Chi m[a vene a cunzula'A Raziella... Uh Maro' Maro' MaronnaLu marit'è muorto.Uh Maro' Maro' MaronnaLu marit'è muorto, Cu 'na rosa spampanataCu 'na rosa spampanataCu 'na rosa spampanata l'ha lassata.Mannaggia ccà mannaggia llàMannaggi]a fessa 'e mammeta,
Pe' sott'a te voglio passa'
Voglio vede' comme se sta'
E chella vo' fa' vo' fa' vo' fa'.
Gira e vott[a mano ca veneSoret]a tene 'a tene 'a tena.
Vott[a mano ca s'è 'nfucataE sott'a prevul]a tiene ll'uva
Meglio a te ca a uno 'e nuie
E piglia 'o cane ca vene e fuie...
Piglia 'o trebbete c[a tiellaS'è 'nfucat]a furnacella
E lu mare annizza annizza
'O tuoio è mmuscio e 'o mio s'arrizza...

Second Chorus of the Washerwomen

Oh, Maro', what a beautiful dream
Oh, Maro', what a beautiful dream,
A night dream came to me
With the same hammering thoughtThat drills for six yearsAnd tosses you in bed]
And tosses and turns you
Without ever finding rest.
A dream came to me like the kingA dream came to me as if it wereRight in front of me.]
Yes... yes... yes... yes...
Just like it, exactly
Beautiful as Saint PascalWhite, red, milk and honeyLike the fish of Saint Raphael]
Oh Madonna, I felt
I felt on my chest
A beam and a pole
Two balls and a shotgun
And a knife blow
Heel and toe, a hammer
When it nails and doesn't break
Stone instead and pumice stone.
Maramme', maramme'
That king wanted me.Yes... yes... yes... yes... I] with the English handkerchief
All poised and done hereI gave him] the same blow
With a graceful move
It fell] glazedIt fell] jealous
On the heart, on the heart
That ring within meLike bells] make love
In the dream with the sheetsHearts and hearts intertwine.Ah... ah... ah... ah... When it was time to danceOh what music and musicTurn and turn this way]
Together with me he wants to turn.I said your majesty, Your majesty if you act like a doveI'll make you a little doveAnd I'll make you a little dancerBut if you fall under the ladder
I'll stop grinding.
He then pulled me
And pulled on my chestI hid underneathUnleashing the iron bed.Unleashing the mattressesWith the pillows here and there, He then undressed meAnd in my stomach I twisted
Like bread in the oven
Under the sun that burns] the lodge.
One time, two times
My joy, my joy
A fantasy came to meBring me, do this shoppingBecause I am rich and I am a king.If you come with me on horsebackI'll put this ring on youAnd I'll put it on you
And I'll put it on youBecause you are beautiful and it suits youYou are the beauty of the caskets.Ah... ah... ah... ah... And he put these words in my heart] with a punch
And then on my chest he bestowed
Gold and coral lace
Red pearls made into hazelnutsPine cones and grapes with diamonds.A pin right hereAnother one here
Then another one here.
How my little fist rings.
Ah... ah... ah... ah...
When it was time to kiss
Stone instead and pumice stone
Feel the strength if you want to try.
Little cherry for the tip of the noseWhite apple and Russian appleHe took me under the arms]
And started to cuddle.
Cuddling this fantasy
Come here, oh my girl
Because you are made to be a queen.
I want to comfort you.
In your hands] I want to give you
This whole world for fun.
Like a ball is this healthy worldAnd I] give you this ball in your hand.
In my hands, in your hands
You are the queen and I am the king.Yes... yes... yes... yes... But in the beautiful dream] I felt on my shoulder
With a pinch, a squeeze
A squeeze with a pinch.Oh Madonna, what could it be.In my sleep,
In my sleepIt was my mother who in my sleep
Came to wake me up.
Oh, damn my luck
The fantasy fell from meIt fell with] the desire
Put yours in that I put mine]
In the midst of this dream.Oh damn the codfishThat died today, oh mom, momMay it riseMay it burstMay it seek] charity.
May a blow to the forehead dry it up
Under the bridge] of Sanità
Ah... ah... ah... ah...
Oh what a moon
Oh what a moon
This desire and this dream
When it comes it makes me do
Ah ah ah ah
Who comes to comfort meRaziella... Oh Maro', Maro', MadonnaThe husband is dead.Oh Maro', Maro', MadonnaThe husband is dead, With a blooming roseWith a blooming roseWith a blooming rose she was left.Damn here, damn thereDamn] the crack of my mother,
I want to pass under you
I want to see how you are
And she wants to do, wants to do, wants to do.
Turn and turn] hand that comesSister] hold it, hold it, hold it.
Turn] hand that is on fireAnd under the brazier] holds the grapes
Better to you than to one of us
And take the dog that comes and run away...
Take the trivet that holds itThe furnace] is on fire
And the sea rises, rises
Yours is soft and mine stands up...