Paroles et traduction Enzo Gragnaniello - Il canto dei Sanfedisti

Il canto dei Sanfedisti

Viva viva 'o populo vascie,
A lu suono d'î tammurielli
So' risuorte 'i puverielle.
A lu suono d'ê campane
Viva viva 'i pupulane,
A lu suono d'î viulini
Morte a li giaccubbine!
Sona sona
Sona Carmagnola
Sona li cunsiglie
Viva 'o rre cu la famiglia.

A Sant'Eremo tanto forte
L'hanno fatto comm'â ricotta,
A 'stu curnuto sbrevognato
L'hanno mis' 'a mitria 'n'capa.
Maistà, chi t'ha traduto?
Chistu stommaco chi ha avuto?
'E signure, 'e cavaliere
Te vulevano priggiuniere.
Sona sona
Sona Carmagnola
Sona li cunsiglie
Viva 'o rre cu la famiglia.

Alli trirece de giugno
Sant'Antonio gluriuso
'E signure, 'sti birbante
ê facettero 'o mazzo tante.
So' venute li francise
Aute tasse n'ci hanno mise,
Liberté... egalité...
Tu arruobbe a me
Io arruobbo a te!
Sona sona
Sona Carmagnola
Sona li cunsiglie
Viva 'o rre cu la famiglia.

Li francise so' arrivate
Ci hanno bbuono carusate,
Et voilà, et voilà...
Cavece 'n culo a la libbertà!
A lu ponte d'â Maddalena
'Onna Luisa è asciuta prena
E tre miedece che banno
Nu' la ponno fa' sgravà.
Sona sona
Sona Carmagnola
Sona li cunsiglie
Viva 'o rre cu la famiglia.

A lu muolo senza 'uerra
Se tiraie l'albero 'n terra
Afferraino 'e giacubbine
'E facettero 'na mappina.
È fernuta l'uguaglianza
è fernuta la libertà
Pe 'vuie so' dulure e panza
Signo', iateve a cuccà!
Sona sona
Sona Carmagnola
Sona li cunsiglie
Viva 'o rre cu la famiglia.

Passaie lu mese chiuvuso
Lu ventuso e l'addiruso
A lu mese ca se mete
Hanno avuto l'aglio arrete.
Viva tata maccarone
Ca rispetta la religgione,
Giacubbine iate a mare
Ch' v'abbrucia lu panare!
Sona sona
Sona Carmagnola
Sona li cunsiglie
Viva o rre cu la famiglia.

The Song of the Sanfedists

Long live the common people,
To the sound of tambourines.
The poor people have risen,
To the sound of bells.
Long live the common people.
To the sound of violins,
Death to the Jacobins!
Play, play,
Play Carmagnola
Play the bugles,
Long live the king and his family.

So strong in Sant'Eremo,
They made him as weak as cheese,
This cuckolded traitor,
They placed the miter on his head.
Your Majesty, who betrayed you?
What was in his stomach?
The lords and knights,
Wanted you to be their prisoner.
Play, play,
Play Carmagnola
Play the bugles,
Long live the king and his family.

On the thirteenth of June,
Saint Anthony glorious,
The lords, these rascals
Beating them up bad.
The French have come,
More taxes they have put upon us,
Libertae... egalitae...
You steal from me
I steal from you!
Play, play,
Play Carmagnola
Play the bugles,
Long live the king and his family.

The French have arrived,
They have robbed you well,
Et voila, et voila...
Heads in the ass with liberty!
On the bridge of Maddalena,
Lady Luisa came out pregnant,
And the three doctors who come
Can't deliver her.
Play, play,
Play Carmagnola
Play the bugles,
Long live the king and his family.

At the pier without war,
The tree was pulled down,
They seized the Jacobins,
And made of them a tablecloth.
Equality is over,
Liberty is over,
For you there is only pain and hunger,
Gentlemen, go to sleep!
Play, play,
Play Carmagnola
Play the bugles,
Long live the king and his family.

The rainy month passed,
The windy and sunny month,
In the month that comes,
They got their garlic back.
Long live the macaroni eater,
Who respects religion.
Jacobins go to sea,
To burn your breadbasket!
Play, play,
Play Carmagnola
Play the bugles,
Long live the king and his family.