Paroles et traduction Davide Van De Sfroos - La ballata del cimino

La ballata del cimino

Soe la strada de Briénn visénn al Crott dii Plàten
Ai pé de la muntagna gh'è un quajett
Ai tempi del Far West fra Sfrusaduu e Burlànda
Passàven sacch de juta e sigarett

Omen cumè aspis scundüü tra i rami e i sàss
Mai ciamàss per nömm mai fa' frecàss
Ömen cun la facia segnada cume'l laagh
Ömen cargaa cumé lümaagh

El Cimino l'era scià cun la bricöla in spàla
Che gh'era giò la barca de cargà
Ed veed la facia griisa del mutuscàff de la finanza
El veed anca un'Alfa lampeggià

Pudeva mea scapà, pudeva mea gulà, pudeva dumà sultà in del laagh... e alura... tuffo da delfino
L'impatto come un'orca
E l'ha batüü anca el record del Maiorca

Arrenditi Cimino
I t'hann ciapa... seet circundàa
"Pütost che fass ciapà a ca' mia
Troevi un anguila de maridà"

Stai attento Cimino
El laagh l'è frècc te manca'l fiaa
Incoe g'ho quatru pulmoni
E gh'ho anca i bàll per galegià

La finanza preoccüpada riüssiva pioe a truvàll
Ma lüü l'era giamò dree a rampegà...
Soe per el quaiett cui müdaand e i scarp de tennis
E'l rest di so vestii in soel fuund del laagh

Quajveon l'ha poe sparaa, quajvoen l'hann poe ciapaa
Ma lüü l'era scundüü lé suta un ciàpp
Come un cinghiale in tanga
Un lüff cun söe i Superga el pruvava a vardà foe ma mea tropp

Cugnusséva la muntagna na inscé l'era foe de post
E i péss i gh'eren giò la sua Lacoste
L'era béla la mia majéta ma tropa culurada
Me despiaas "cun quèll che l'ho pagàda"

Arrenditi Cimino
Che te seet biuut e masaraa
"Nissoen m'ha cugnussüü perciò nissoen me accüserà"

Che scuse avrai Cimino
Che te seet in müdaand in una vàll
El mé alibi l'è questo
"Sciur Finanzieer seri dree a menàll!".

The Ballad of Cimino

I know the road from Brienn well, to the foot of Crott dii Plàten
At the foot of the mountain there's a young man
In the days of the Far West between Sfrusaduu and Burlànda
They passed burlap sacks and cigarettes

Men like asps hidden among the branches and rocks
Never calling each other by name, never making a noise
Men with faces scarred like the lake
Men loaded like packhorses

Cimino was tired, with the sack on his shoulder
There was the boat down below to load
And he sees the gray face of the finance guard
He also sees an Alfa flashing

I couldn't escape, I couldn't run, I could only jump into the lake... and then... a dolphin dive
The impact like an orca
And he even beat Maiorca's record

Surrender, Cimino
They've caught you... you're surrounded
"Rather than be caught at home
I'll find an eel to marry"

Be careful Cimino
The lake is cold, you're running out of breath
Today I have four lungs
And I've also got the balls to swim

The finance guard, worried, could no longer find him
But he was already crawling away...
Along the canal with his wetsuit and tennis shoes
And the rest of his clothes on the bottom of the lake

Someone may have shot him, someone may have caught him
But he was hiding there under a rock
Like a wild boar in a loincloth
A lynx with Supergas trying to look out, but not too much

He knew the mountain, but he was out of his element
And the fish already had his Lacoste
My T-shirt was beautiful, but too colorful
I'm sorry "for what I paid for it"

Surrender, Cimino
You're soaking wet and dirty
"No one recognized me, so no one will accuse me"

What excuse will you have, Cimino
You're in a wetsuit in a valley
My alibi is this
"Mr. Financier, I'm just taking a leak!"