A ballata di mattea - Chjami Aghjalesi traduction en anglais

A ballata di mattea

N'ùn lu vidarei più ne u capu à la falcunaghja
I culombi chi d'aprile volanu sempre per paghju
N'ùn farei più sunate à u sole di e murnaghje
Ne puru ti sintaremu impruvisà nant'à l'aghje
Piengu di sapé chi di marzu quandu u sole hé più vivu
N'ùn sarei più cù noi sott'à i rutoni d'alive
D'ottobre in campu furnellu quandu sarà la stagione
E giuvanotte à cugliera aspetteranu e to canzone
Quandu pensu à li to ochji u mio ciarbellu si move
E piengu li mio suspiri mentre corre l'oliu novu
Megliu ch'ùn ci pensi più chi a mio memoria scrochja
Morgu pianu di sapéne che t'hai sceltu d'altri ochji
M'avii tantu prumessu d'esse sempre à lu mio lattu
Ma quandu ùn t'aghju vistu ghjunghje
Si n'hé struttu lu mio fiattu
Oghje dapoi tanti anni ormai a to strada hé meia
Di scopre tante billezze da e cime di San Parteu.

The Ballad of Mattea

No more will I see it above the hawk's head
The doves that always fly in April for Paghju
No more will I play at the sun of the moorlands
Nor will we hear you improvising on the holly oaks
I regret that I know that in March, when the sun is most alive
You will not be with us under the olive trees
In October in the Furnellu field, when it will be the season
The young girls who are picking will wait for your songs
When I think of your eyes, my mind is moved
And I regret my sighs as the new oil runs
It is better that I think no more, for my memory is crumbling
I mourn quietly knowing that you have chosen other eyes
You had promised me so much to always be by my side
But when I did not see you arrive
My breath was cut off
Today, after so many years, your path is your own
To discover so many beauties from the peaks of San Parteu