Paroles et traduction Fabrizio De André - 'A cimma (Edit) (Live Tour 'Le Nuvole')

'A cimma (Edit) (Live Tour 'Le Nuvole')

Ti t′adesciàe 'nsce l′èndegu du matin
Ch'à luxe a l'à ′n pè ′n tera e l'àtru in mà
Ti t′ammiàe a ou spègiu de 'n tianin
Ou cé ou s′ammià on spègiu dà ruzà
Ti mettiàe ou brùgu rèdennu'nte ′n cantùn
Che se d'à cappa a sgùggia 'n cuxin-a stria
A xeùa de cuntà ′e pàgge che ghe sùn
′A cimma a l'è za pinn-a a l′è za cùxia
Cè serèn tèra scùa
Carne tènia nu fàte nèigra
Nu turnà dùa
Bell'oueggè strapunta de tùttu bun
Prima de battezàlu ′ntou prebuggiun
Cun dui aguggiuìn dritu 'n pùnta de pè
Da sùrvia ′n zù fitu ti 'a punziggè
Aia de lùn-a vègia de ciaèu de nègia
Ch'ou cègu ou pèrde ′a tèsta l′àse ou sentè
Oudù de mà misciòu de pèrsa lègia
Cos'àtru fa cos′àtru dàghe a ou cè
Cè serèn tèra scùa
Carne tènia nu fàte nèigra
Nu turnà dùa
E 'nt′ou nùme de Maria
Tùtti diài da sta pùgnatta
Anène via

Poi vegnan a pigiàtela i càmè
Te lascian tùttu ou fùmmu d'ou toèu mestè
Tucca a ou fantin à prima coutelà
Mangè mangè nu sèi chi ve mangià
Cè serèn tèra scùa
Carne tènia nu fàte nèigra
Nu turnà dùa
E ′nt'ou nùme de Maria
Tùtti diài da sta pùgnatta
Anène via

'A top (Edit) (Live Tour 'The Clouds')

You expose yourself on the balcony of the building in the morning
With one foot in the air and the other in your hand
You look at yourself in a mirror of a hairdresser's
Who watches himself in a mirror to blush
You would put on your lipstick, thinking about a corner
That from the hood oozes a crooked tear
The joy of counting the pages there are
The top is already full, it is already sewn
There will be a shaking earthquake
Pale flesh, do not make yourself black
Don't turn again
You see the bathtub full of every good thing
Before baptizing it in the churchyard
With two little needles right at the tip of your foot
From up high you start to prick it
Old moon haze of foggy sky
That the blind man loses his mind when he hears it
Flavor of my hand mixed with light Persian
What else is there? What else do you give to the blind?
There will be a shaking earthquake
Pale flesh, do not make yourself black
Don't turn again
And in the name of Mary
All the devils of this fight
Get away

Then the waiters come to take it
They leave you with all the fumes of your trade
It's up to the infantryman to make the first cut
Eat, eat, you don't know who's eating you
There will be a shaking earthquake
Pale flesh, do not make yourself black
Don't turn again
And in the name of Mary
All the devils of this fight
Get away