Paroles et traduction Fabrizio De André - A Dumenega - live tour 'Le Nuvole'

A Dumenega - live tour 'Le Nuvole'

Quandu ä dumenega fan u gíu
Cappellin neuvu neuvu u vestiu
Cu ′a madama a madama 'n testa
O belin che festa o belin che festa
A tûtti apreuvu ä pruccessiún
D′a Teresin-a du Teresún
Tûtti a miâ ë figge du diàu
Che belin de lou che belin de lou
E a stu luciâ de cheusce e de tettín
Ghe fan u sciätu anche i ciû piccin
Mama mama damme ë palanche
Veuggiu anâ a casín veuggiu anâ a casín
E ciû s'addentran inta cittæ
Ciû euggi e vuxi ghe dan deré
Ghe dixan quellu che nu peúan dî
De zeùggia sabbu e de lûnedì

A Ciamberlinú sûssa belin
ä Fuxe cheusce de sciaccanuxe
In Caignàn musse de tersa man
E in Puntexellu ghe mustran l'öxellu

A Ciamberlinú sûssa belin
ä Fuxe cheusce de sciaccanuxe
In Caignàn musse de tersa man
E in Puntexellu ghe mustran l′öxellu

E u direttú du portu c′u ghe vedde l'ou
′Nte quelle scciappe a reposu da a lou
Pe nu fâ vedde ch'u l′è cuntentu
Ch'u meu-neuvu u gh′à u finansiamentu
U se cunfunde 'nta confûsiún
Cun l'euggiu pin de indignasiún
E u ghe cría u ghe cría deré
Bagasce sëi e ghe restè

E ti che ti ghe sbraggi apreuvu
Mancu ciû u nasu gh′avei de neuvu
Bruttu galûsciu de ′n purtòu de Cristu
Nu t'è l′únicu ch'u se n′è avvistu
Che in mezzu a quelle creatúe
Che se guagnan u pan da nûe
A gh'è a gh′è a gh'è a gh'è
A gh′è anche teu muggè

A Ciamberlin sûssa belin
ä Fuxe cheusce de sciaccanuxe
In Caignàn musse de tersa man
E in Puntexellu ghe mustran l′öxellu

A Ciamberlinú sûssa belin
ä Fuxe cheusce de sciaccanuxe
In Caignàn musse de tersa man
E in Puntexellu ghe mustran l'öxellu

A Ciamberlinú sûssa belin
ä Fuxe cheusce de sciaccanuxe
In Caignàn musse de tersa man
E in Puntexellu ghe mustran l′öxellu

A Ciamberlinú sûssa belin
ä Fuxe cheusce de sciaccanuxe
In Caignàn musse de tersa man
E in Puntexellu ghe mustran l'öxellu

A Dumenega - live tour 'Le Nuvole'

When Sunday's here, they put on their best
New hats, new clothes, looking their best
With their lady on their head
Oh, what a party, oh, what a party
They all follow the procession
Of little Teresa, little Teressún
All my daughters of the devil
How lovely they are, how lovely they are
And with this light of breasts and thighs
Even the smallest get excited
Mama, mama, give me some money
I want to go gamble, I want to go gamble
And the more they go into the city
The more eyes and voices follow them
They tell them what they can't say
About Saturday's gossip and Monday's

In Ciamberlino, sweet Susan
In Fuxe, breasts like hazelnuts
In Caignàn, third-hand faces
And in Puntexellu, they show you their little bird

In Ciamberlino, sweet Susan
In Fuxe, breasts like hazelnuts
In Caignàn, third-hand faces
And in Puntexellu, they show you their little bird

And the port director who sold his soul
In those alleyways, resting from the crowd
So as not to show that he's happy
That his nephew got the funding
He gets lost in the confusion
With his eyes full of indignation
And he shouts, he shouts behind them
You whores, you'll get what you deserve

And you, who shout at them so loudly
Your nose isn't new anymore
Ugly rooster from a brothel in Christ
You're not the only one who's noticed
That among those creatures
Who earn their bread from us
There's your wife
There's your wife

In Ciamberlino, sweet Susan
In Fuxe, breasts like hazelnuts
In Caignàn, third-hand faces
And in Puntexellu, they show you their little bird

In Ciamberlino, sweet Susan
In Fuxe, breasts like hazelnuts
In Caignàn, third-hand faces
And in Puntexellu, they show you their little bird

In Ciamberlino, sweet Susan
In Fuxe, breasts like hazelnuts
In Caignàn, third-hand faces
And in Puntexellu, they show you their little bird

In Ciamberlino, sweet Susan
In Fuxe, breasts like hazelnuts
In Caignàn, third-hand faces
And in Puntexellu, they show you their little bird