Paroles et traduction Fabrizio De André - A Cumba (Live Tour 'M'innamoravo di tutto')

A Cumba (Live Tour 'M'innamoravo di tutto')

Gh'aivu 'na bella cùmba ch'à l'é xeûa foea de cà
Gianca cun'à néie ch'à deslengue a cian d'à sâ
Duv'a l'é duv'a l'é duve duv'a l'é

Che l'han vursciua vedde cegâ l'àe a stù casâ
Spéita cume l'aigua ch'à derua zû p'ou rià
Nu ghe n'é nu ghe nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é

Cau ou mè zuenottu ve porta miga na smangiaxun
Che se cuscì fise puriesci anàvene 'n gattixun
Nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é nu ghe nu ghe n'é

Vegnu d'â câ du rattu ch'ou magun ou sliga i pë
(Chi de cumbe d'âtri ne n'é vegnûe nu se n'é posé)
Vegnu c'ou coeu marottu de 'na pasciun che nu ghe n'è
(Chi gh'é 'na cumba gianca ch'â nu l'é â vostra ch'â l'é a me nu ghe n'è)
âtre nu ghe n'é âtre nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é

A l'e xëuâ â l'é xëuâ a cumba gianca
A l'e xëuâ â l'é xëuâ au cian d'â sâ
A l'e xëuâ â l'é xëuâ a cumba gianca
De noette â l'é xëuâ au cian d'ou pan

Vui nu vuriesci dàmela sta cumba da maiâ
Gianca cum'â neie ch'à deslengue 'nt où rià
Nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é

Mié che sta cumba bella a stà de lungu a barbaciu
Che nu m'à posse vèdde à scricchi 'nte n'âtru niu
Nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é nu ghe n'é

A tegnio à dindanàse suttà 'n angiou de melgranâ
Cù a cua ch'ou l'ha d'â sèa â man lingèa d'ou bambaxia
Duv'a l'é duv'a duv'a l'é duv'a l'é duv'a l'é

Zuenu ch'âei bén parlòu 'nte sta seian-a de frevâ
(A tegnio à dindanàse suttà 'n angiou de melgranâ)
Saèi che sta cumba à mazu a xeuâ d'â më 'nt â vostra câ nu ghe n'é
(Cu 'â cua ch'ou l'ha d'â sea â mân lingea d'ou bambaxia)
âtre nu ghe n'é nu ghe nu ghe n'é âtre nu ghe n'é

A l'e xëuâ â l'é xëuâ a cumba gianca
De noette â l'é xëuâ au cian d'â sâ
A truvian â truvian â cumba gianca
De mazu â truvian au cian d'ou pan

Duv'a l'é duv'a l'é ch'â ne s'ascunde
Se maia se maia au cian dou pan
Cum'a l'é cum'a l'é l'é cum'â neie
Ch'â ven zu deslenguâ da où rià

A l'e xëuâ â l'é xëuâ a cumba gianca
De mazu â truvian au cian d'â sâ
Duv'a l'é duv'a l'é ch'â ne s'ascunde
Se maia se maia au cian dou pan

Cùmba cumbétta beccu de séa
Sérva à striggiùn c'ou maiu 'n giandùn
Martin ou và à pë cun' l'aze deré
Foegu de légne anime in çé

Cùmba cumbétta beccu de séa
Sérva à striggiùn c'ou maiu 'n giandùn
Martin ou và à pë cun' l'aze deré
Foegu de légne anime in çé

A Cumba (Live Tour 'M'innamoravo di tutto')

Darling, there's a beautiful valley outside our home
So white and snowy, now melting with the rainfall
Where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it

They wanted to watch the blind man look at this house
Waiting like water flowing down the stream
There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing

My dear boy, don't bring me a sausage
Because if you do, I'll go out and hunt for a wildcat
There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing

I come from the mouse's house, where the cat licks its paws
(Nobody else's valley has come to us)
I come with a heart broken by a passion that doesn't exist
(There's a white valley that's not yours, it's mine. There's nothing else)
There's nothing else, there's nothing else, there's nothing else

It's blossomed, it's blossomed, the white valley
It's blossomed, it's blossomed, in the rain
It's blossomed, it's blossomed, the white valley
At night, it blossoms with bread

Darling, won't you give me this valley to eat?
As white as snow, melting in the river
There's nothing, there's nothing

Better that this beautiful valley stay in the dark
So that I won't see you screeching in another nest
There's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing

I swing beneath a pomegranate tree
With a tail that's made of silk, a tongue of cotton
Where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it, where is it

My little darling, you've spoken well in this February evening
(I swing beneath a pomegranate tree)
You know that this valley will blossom in March, but not in your house. There's nothing
(With a tail that's made of silk, a tongue of cotton)
There's nothing else, there's nothing else, there's nothing else, there's nothing else

It's blossomed, it's blossomed, the white valley
At night, it blossoms in the rain
We'll find it, we'll find it, the white valley
In March we'll find it, with bread

Where is it, where is it, where is it hiding?
We'll eat it, we'll eat it, with bread
How is it, how is it, like the snow
That came down to melt in the river

It's blossomed, it's blossomed, the white valley
In March we'll find it in the rain
Where is it, where is it, where is it hiding?
We'll eat it, we'll eat it, with bread

Little valley, little valley, with a beak like a magpie
Serve the owl with the maypole in the oak tree
Martin walks on foot with his donkey behind him
Firewood flames, souls in Heaven

Little valley, little valley, with a beak like a magpie
Serve the owl with the maypole in the oak tree
Martin walks on foot with his donkey behind him
Firewood flames, souls in Heaven