Paroles et traduction Bruno Lauzi - Le bigotte (Les bigotes)

Le bigotte (Les bigotes)

Le vedi andare passin passin
Sembrano tanti cagnolin
Le bigotte, le bigotte

La confusione che han dentro è tanta
Che confondono l'amore e l'acqua santa
Le bigotte le bigotte

Se fossi il diavolo, per carità
Io credo mi farei castrare
Se fossi Dio, sentendole pregare
La fede perderei, chissà, per le bigotte

Camminan sempre senza guardare
Di contraltare in contraltare
Le bigotte le bigotte

E ci ci ci e cia cia cia
Le orecchie iniziano a fischiar
Son le bigotte le bigotte

Vestite in nero come il curato
Che è troppo buono con le creature
Guardano in basso come se il signore
Dormisse sulle loro calzature
Le bigotte

Sabato sera dove vai? Nelle balere
Con gli operai, non con le bigotte, le bigotte
Non escon mai per la città
Per via della verginità
Le bigotte, le bigotte

Escono solo durante il vespro
Per lor le messe non son mai troppe
Fiere di avere così ben conservato
Il diamante che hanno nelle chiappe
Di bigotte

Ma un giorno muoion pianin pianin
Fuocherelìn nel polmoncìn
Le bigotte, le bigotte

Si incimiteran passìn passìn
Nell'alba fredda di un bel mattin
Le bigotte, le bigotte

E su nel cielo che non esiste
Gli angeli inventano per lor le feste
E con un paio di alucce rotte
Le fan volare via, via, via, via...
Perché le han rotte... le bigotte

The bigots (The bigots)

You see them pass by
They look like so many little dogs
The bigots, the bigots

The confusion they have within is so great
That they confuse love and holy water
The bigots, the bigots

If I were the devil, for charity's sake
I think I would have myself castrated
If I were God, hearing them pray
I would lose faith, who knows, for the bigots

They always walk without looking
From counterpoint to counterpoint
The bigots, the bigots

And there there there and tat tat tat
My ears are starting to whistle
It's the bigots, the bigots

Dressed in black like the priest
Who is too good with the creatures
They look down as if the Lord
Slept on their shoes
The bigots

Saturday night where are you going? To the dance halls
With the factory workers, not with the bigots, the bigots
They never go out in town
Because of their virginity
The bigots, the bigots

They only go out during vespers
For them, masses are never too many
Proud to have preserved so well
The diamond they have in their butts
Of bigots

But one day they die slowly
Little fires in their lungs
The bigots, the bigots

They will go to the cemetery slowly
In the cold dawn of a beautiful morning
The bigots, the bigots

And up in the sky that doesn't exist
Angels invent parties for them
And with a pair of broken wings
They make them fly away, away, away, away...
Because they are broken... the bigots