Paroles et traduction Fabrizio De André - Sinan Capudan Pascià (Live Tour 'In Teatro')

Sinan Capudan Pascià (Live Tour 'In Teatro')

Teste fascië 'nscià galéa
ë sciabbre se zeugan a lûn-a
A mæ a l'è restà duv'a a l'éa
Pe nu remenalu ä furtûn-a
Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è 'n pesciu tundu
Che quandu u vedde ë brûtte
U va 'nsciù fundu

Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è 'n pesciu palla
Che quandu u vedde ë belle
U vegne a galla

E au postu d'i anni ch'ean dedexenueve
Se sun piggiaë ë gambe e a mæ brasse neuve
D'allua a cansún l'à cantà u tambûu
E u lou s'è gangiou in travaggiu dûu
Vuga t'è da vugâ prexuné
E spuncia spuncia u remu fin au pë
Vuga t'è da vugâ turtaiéu
E tia tia u remmu fin a u cheu
E questa a l'è a ma stöia
E t'ä veuggiu cuntâ
'N po' primma ch'à vegiàià
A me peste 'ntu murtä
E questa a l'è a memöia
A memöia du Cigä
Ma 'nsci libbri de stöia
Sinán Capudán Pasciá
E suttu u timun du gran cäru
C'u muru 'nte 'n broddu de fàru
'Na neutte ch'u freidu u te morde
U te giàscia u te spûa e u te remorde
E u Bey assettòu u pensa ä Mecca
E u vedde ë Urì 'nsce 'na secca
Ghe giu u timùn a lebecciu
Sarvàndughe a vitta e u sciabeccu
Amü me bell'amü
A sfurtûn-a a l'è 'n grifun
Ch'u gia 'ngiu ä testa du belinun
Amü me bell'amü
A sfurtûn-a a l'è 'n belin
Ch'ù xeua 'ngiu au cû ciû vixín
E questa a l'è a ma stöia
E t'ä veuggiu cuntâ
'N po' primma ch'à a vegiàià
A me peste 'ntu murtä
E questa a l'è a memöia
A memöia du Cigä
Ma 'nsci libbri de stöia
Sinán Capudán Pasciá.
E digghe a chi me ciamma rénegôu
Che a tûtte ë ricchesse a l'argentu e l'öu
Sinán gh'a lasciòu de luxî au sü
Giastemmandu Mumä au postu du Segnü

Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è 'n pesciu tundu
Che quandu u vedde ë brûtte
U va 'nsciù fundu

Intu mezu du mä
Gh'è 'n pesciu palla
Che quandu u vedde ë belle
U vegne a galla

Sinan Capudan Pascià (Live Tour 'In Teatro')

Bound heads on the galley
And the oars they rattle in the moonlight
I'm stayed where I was
So as not to call down a storm
In the middle of the sea
There's a round fish
Who when he sees ugliness
He sinks to the bottom

In the middle of the sea
There's a ball fish
Who when he sees beauty
He swims to the surface

And when I was nineteen
I took my legs and my new arms
Then the song was sung by the drum
And the lute became heavy work
Row on, you have to row, prisoner
And push and push the oar to the bottom
Row on, you have to row, baker
And pull and pull the oar to the top
And this is my story
And I wanted to tell you
A little before I get old
My plague in the grave
And this is the memory
The memory of the Gypsy
But in the history books
Sinan Capudan Pasha
And under the helm of the great chariot
That sails in a broth of lighthouse
One night when the cold bites you
It freezes you, it spits on you and it gnaws at you
And the Bey seated, he thinks of Mecca
And he sees Otranto on a shoal
He turns the helm to the southwest
Saving his life and the xebec
Come to me, my darling
Bad luck is a griffin
That flies into the head of the fool
Come to me, my darling
Bad luck is a fool
That shit on the closest butt
And this is my story
And I wanted to tell you
A little before I get old
My plague in the grave
And this is the memory
The memory of the Gypsy
But in the history books
Sinan Capudan Pasha.
And tell those who call me a renegade
That Sinan left all the riches, the silver and the gold
To shine in the light of the sun
Cursing Mother in the place of the Lord

In the middle of the sea
There's a round fish
Who when he sees ugliness
He sinks to the bottom

In the middle of the sea
There's a ball fish
Who when he sees beauty
He swims to the surface